Tekster:
Sons Of The Desert Promises

your all and nothing less And all you kept were your promises Promises, sometimes hearts need proof It's hard to tell the truth when you hear it Promises

wilderness Groaning and growing Amidst the desert days The windy winter wilderness Can blow the self away In the wilderness In the wilderness He calls His sons

Thought I?d never reach the water Had to cross the desert and the great divide Drinking only golden promises With white lines in my eyes Oh, sons and

baby boy dieing under hot desert sun, watch your colours run. did you believe the lie they told you, that christ would lead the way and in a matter of

call this a war on terror I see a lot of civilians dying Mothers, sons, fathers and daughters Not to mention some friends of mine Some friends of mine Was supposed to leave last week Promises

: baby boy dieing under hot desert sun, watch your colours run. did you believe the lie they told you, that christ would lead the way and in a matter

They call this a war on terror I see a lot of civilians dying Mothers, sons, fathers and daughters Not to mention some friends of mine Some friends of mine Was supposed to leave last week Promises