The hot wind blowing
Checking eyes across the sand
The [bad word] buildings
It amounts to all thats said

Just like the buffalo
I am following a herd
we try to justify
all the things that have occurred

I know what I've been told
But the wishes of the people can't be controlled
I 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] 
(Near the end)
We fight for justice
in a forgotten place
Fulfill our duty
Then vanish without a trace

Don't need your medal
For all the men we've killed
Freedom is calling
To all men who bend their will
Wind of [bad word]