The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath the shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable sun So pile the bodies on the pyre And warm the old heart of the Earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights And this is the darkest of nights To the heart of the Earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this Earth Is not born of tragedy That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty's desire