War - Dougie MacLean

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?