Standing here,
I realize:
You are just like me,
Trying to make history!
But who's to judge,
The right from wrong?
When our guard is down,
I think we'll both agree,
That violence breeds violence,
But in the end,
It has to be this way!

I've carved my own path,
You followed your wrath,
But maybe we're both the same?
The world has turned,
So many have burned,
But nobody is to blame
Yet staring across this barren wasted land,
I feel new life will be born
Beneath the blood stained sand!
(Beneath the blood stained sand!)