(brooker / reid)      Zika nor nama ... hesah!      Through this hourglass   Sands are running fast   In deserted plains   Kingdoms write their names   On these burning sands   Kingdoms show their hands   In these killing fields   Soldiers show their steel   The men who play the gods of war   They stay behind the guarded door   And hostages who seek release   They're crying out to keep the peace      Holding on... holding on   One day we will be free, one day if we're strong   Holding on... holding on   Through the shadows cast to a brighter day      In these fields of stone   Far away from home   In this vale of tears   The men who play the gods of war   They stay behind the guarded door   Religious leaders teachin' hate   Praise the war and call it fate