Awake

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