They dance in the open desert,
The machines blowing up their battlefield.
Screams fill the open day,
And brave soldiers die slowly.
Back home, the wives of the brave wait and mourn while they fight,
Blood staining their hands and fear easing slowly away.
As days turn into night and nights turn into day,
Their battle rages on,
Blood staining the ground their on.
They will fight their battle until they fall,
And they conquer them all.
United by and by,
They stay by their brother's side.
The desperate scream of the helpless,
Are muffled by the pounds of machines.
Lifes are lost and some are undetermined,
But their battle rages on.
