The Crescent and the Cross

The buzzards circle round their prey, X marks the spot, Chain of command echoes "Bombs away!", We turn back the clock,

Peel back the horizon line, And you'll find emptiness, Lets be sure to do it right this time, Fight 'till theres nothing left,

The crescent moon seems to call my name, I've left my home but I've brought my pain, Hold my breath as I meet the flame, With every death the war stays the same...

Try to find yourself in this hell, Serve knowing thyself, through it all, die well, Fly with angels wings through the storm, prevail, And I will take your place and await the tolling of the bell...