In a holy war from these shores   Where lands are hot and dry   Nations forged by Gods own hand   These kingdoms in the sand      A billion dollars everyday   The U.N. people pay   Political schemes and the war machines   It's a news media scene      Still Gods children die   Under blackened sky      Media man with his soul in his hand   He reasons this is wrong   With his Rolex watch and his white painted yacht   Does he even give a damn      A billion dollars everyday   United Nations pay   Political schemes and the war machines   It's a news media scene      Still Gods children die   Under blackened sky      Those who do then make the rules   And say that we must change   We fight for oil the new age spoil   Making all these chains      Still Gods children die   Under blackened sky   Still Gods children die   Under blackened sky      Still Gods children die   Under blackened sky