No more blood on the sand
How many must die at your hand.
What do you hope to to achieve
What pain and sorrow will you weave.
You raise your sword it glints in the sun
How can you finish the evil you have begun.
How many innocents must die at your hand
How low will you sink what else have you planned
No more blood on the sand
How many must die at your hand.
What do you hope to to achieve
What pain and sorrow will you weave.