Our voice made silent our hands made still
But deep and violent wait the ones who wait to kill
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 death 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?