(Brooker / Reid)
Zika nor nama ... hesah!
Through this hourgla**
Sands are running fast
In deserted plains
Kingdoms write their names
On these burning sands
Kingdoms show their hands
In these k**ing 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