I hear the whisper of wind in night
I see the angels cry
I hear your heart beating slight
I see into your Eyes
Through the land, and through the sea
In a moonless night I scream
The black velvet of nocturne sky
It's darker far way from your eyes
This war should not be sin
But for them we give a death for free
They must die, for They creed
And we walk with blood on our knees
In the battlefield I'm awake
With my brothers in arms I will pray
Acrid smell of death I felt
The morning haze hid the hell
Bush breaks enemies ahead
With my gun to hell them I will send
At every cost we have to fight
I see the white of his eyes
This war should not be sin
But for them we give death for free
They must die for they Creed
And we walk with blood on our knees
Just corpse and ash's remains
All for black blood of desert sands
For the freedom of American way
Entire world must burning in flames
