Awake کے بول

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