Our voice made silent our hands made still But deep and violent wait the ones who wait to k** The desert's burning their reasons pale For there's no returning with some golden holy grail What have they done? What have they done? The blood will run to everyone What have they done? Is it for freedom or is it for truth That fathers fall and all those young men trade their youth? Or are they moved by deception's hand That rank and reckless scatters d**h across the sand What have they done? What have they done? The blood will run to everyone What have they done? Is it for freedom or is it for truth That fathers fall and all those young men trade their youth? And the desert's burning their faces pale For there's no returning with some golden holy grail What have they done? What have they done? The blood will run to everyone What have they done?