Red sun burns this desert floor
Where dogs of war have spilled their blood before
Sons of the poor one and all
I need to leave this place right now
To believe
This call to war
Is to believe
A traitor's call
Endless debt on the employment line
In a world picked clean by crows
Bitter hope has turned to ash
I need to leave this place right now
To believe
This call to war
Is to believe
A traitor's call
They say my world is gone
Don't wait
It's time to run
They say my world is gone
Don't wait
It's time to run
To believe
This call to war
Is to believe
A traitor's call
Endless debt on the employment line
In a world picked clean by crows
Bitter hope has turned to ash
I need to leave this place right now