A starless night
Older than death
The sand dunes of life
Hold their breath
My eyes are closed
Dreaming for you
The holy wars
Time will subdue
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East
Your swords of steel
Have turned to guns
Your desert steed
Has been outrun
And now you hide
Under the night
To wait for dawn
To continue the fight
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East
Gather up the fallen!
(Narration)
Lost in the gleaming hue of timeless war where the twilight slain glisten in the shimmering waves of blood.
The spirits of murder are clothed in ash awaiting the wind of evermore to disperse their hollow form.
I see the voices of peace wailing amongst an all-consuming hatred,
I hear the images of skinless shadows lamenting from the embers of reeking human remains.
Behold the withering delirium of harrowing slaughter burning in an eastern blaze.
Nightmares arise from stillborn dreams to decay in a pestilential tempest of Mesopotamian graves.
God live forever
But we do not
(End of Narration)
The children you bear
Are born into war
Their eyes of despair
Your generals ignore
So now you dream
Of mysterious lands
Warm blood of the past
Still flows in the sand
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East
Older than death
The sand dunes of life
Hold their breath
My eyes are closed
Dreaming for you
The holy wars
Time will subdue
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East
Your swords of steel
Have turned to guns
Your desert steed
Has been outrun
And now you hide
Under the night
To wait for dawn
To continue the fight
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East
Gather up the fallen!
(Narration)
Lost in the gleaming hue of timeless war where the twilight slain glisten in the shimmering waves of blood.
The spirits of murder are clothed in ash awaiting the wind of evermore to disperse their hollow form.
I see the voices of peace wailing amongst an all-consuming hatred,
I hear the images of skinless shadows lamenting from the embers of reeking human remains.
Behold the withering delirium of harrowing slaughter burning in an eastern blaze.
Nightmares arise from stillborn dreams to decay in a pestilential tempest of Mesopotamian graves.
God live forever
But we do not
(End of Narration)
The children you bear
Are born into war
Their eyes of despair
Your generals ignore
So now you dream
Of mysterious lands
Warm blood of the past
Still flows in the sand
Hot desert winds
Never cease
Forgive their sins
Sword of the East