The hot wind blowing
Checking eyes across the sand
The [bad word] buildings
In miles are all that stand
Just like the buffalo
Got me following the herd
We try to justify
All the things that have occurred

I know what I've been told
The wishes of the people can't be controlled
I know what I've been told
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] 
We fight for justice
In a forgotten place
Fulfill our duty
And vanish without a trace
Don't need a medal
For all the man we kill
Freedom is calling
To all men who bend their will

Wind of [bad word]