The hot wind blowing
Checking knives across the sand
The [bad word] buildings
And the mines are all that stand
Just like the buffalo, blindly following the herd
We try to justify all the things that have occurred

I know what I've been told
Which is that the people can't be controlled
I know what I've been told
Which is that the people can't be controlled

Heat of the desert
The saddle's 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
Turning 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]