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]