Thousands he saw across the wall all with guns knives and cannons fast childern cry and women fall out there beyond their blood stained wall he'd never have to he hoped and prayed take the life of his fellow man but he knew they would come some day so he prepared untill that Blood for land and blood for oil killing strangers for what plan dont you know its hard to be true when the bullet comes for you The sands of the desert were blowing hard then in the wind he heard from afar "Death" sings the bullets from their caravans then he put his life in Allahs hands Blood for land and blood for oilkilling strangers for what plan the flower of ilam shall never grow you always reap what you sow The moon came up in blood and rage the sun came up to smoke and ash now its time to turn a page and kill the shadows of the past this he said as on he rode away from where his brothers lay soliders and warlords with bloody hands their corpes become arabian sand
