Lyrics by Samuel Peters
Feel the Sand run through my hands
stained with blood from common man
armor caked with his remains
his final scream still haunts me.
War is hell for modern man
Business spends his blood
oil corrupts and wells do drain
dusty cities on the plain
Feel the sandstorm scour my skin
Will I ever be clean?
War is hell for modern man
business spends his blood on sand
common man killed me
War is hell for every man
my blood spills out from me
Feel the blood pool on the sand
the final breath of Noble man
Puddle, pool, drip, and quickly dry
Noble man must finally die
War is hell for Noble man
society spends his blood.
Feel the Vulture come for you
now you know you're through
Fear the Jackals silent tread
now you know you're dead.
War is hell for modern man
spend his blood on sand
War is hell for noble man
spend his blood on sand
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