Zika nor nama ... hesah!
  
  Through this hourglass
  Sands are running fast
  In deserted plains
  Kingdoms write their names
  On these burning sands
  Kingdoms show their hands
  In these killing fields
  Soldiers show their steel
  The men who play the gods of war
  They stay behind the guarded door
  And hostages who seek release
  They're crying out to keep the peace
  
  Holding on... Holding on
  One day we will be free, one day if we're strong
  Holding on... Holding on
  Through the shadows cast to a brighter day
  
  In these fields of stone
  Far away from home
  In this vale of tears
  The men who play the gods of war
  They stay behind the guarded door
  Religious leaders teachin' hate
  Praise the war and call it fate