The hot wind blowing
Jagged lines across the sand
The [bad word] buildings
In our minds are all that stand
Just like the buffalo, blindly following the herd
We try to justify all the things that have occurred

(I don't know what I've been told
But the wishes of the people can't be controlled
I don't know what I've been told
But the wishes of the people can't be controlled)

Heat of the desert
Dust settles on my face
Without [bad word] The soldier knows no disgrace
Out of the ashes
The eagle rises still
Freedom is calling
To all men who bend their will

Here I am
Dirty and faceless
Waiting to heed your [bad word] On my own
Invisible warrior
I am a wind of [bad word] 
(All men who bend their will)

We fight for justice
In a forgotten place
Fulfill our duty
Then vanish without a trace
Don't need a medal
For all the men we kill
Freedom is calling
To all men who bend their will

Wind of [bad word]