(Brooker Reid)



Zika nor nama ... hesah!



Through this hourglass

Sands are running fast

In deserted plains

Kingdoms write their names

On these burning sands

Kingdoms show their hands

In these killing fields

Soldiers show their steel

The men who play the gods of war

They stay behind the guarded door

And hostages who seek release

They're crying out to keep the peace



Holding on... Holding on

One day we will be free, one day if we're strong

Holding on... Holding on

Through the shadows cast to a brighter day



In these fields of stone

Far away from home

In this vale of tears

The men who play the gods of war

They stay behind the guarded door

Religious leaders teachin' hate

Praise the war and call it fate