("I must work the works of Him that sent me while it is day, the night cometh when no man can work. As long as I am in the world I am the light of the world." When He had thus spoken He spat upon the ground and made clay of the spittle, and He anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay, and said unto him, "Go, wash in the pool of Siloam." He went his way therefore and washed, and became seeing...)
(It is time to claim victory in the midst of a route. He has not voluntarily given up Kuwait. He is trying to save the remnants of power and control...)
Oh yeah.
As the thunder rolls across the sky it seems dawn will never come,
Sounds of guns a-blazing echoes like a drum,
Hate fills the air, I hear it in their cries,
There's a battle raging under Eastern skies.
Oh no, cries of sorrow echo across the land.
There's a battle raging under Eastern skies,
Mothers lose their babies,
Children learn to die, (die)
When will it ever end?
Under Eastern skies,
Where's the hope of living?
Under Eastern skies.
As the morning light begins to steal across the bloodstained sky, the Son of Man looks down, tears fall from his eyes,
When will they ever see the truth behind the lies?
When will they stop the killing under Eastern skies?
Oh no, cries of sorrow echo across the land.
There's a battle raging under Eastern skies,
Mothers lose their babies,
Children learn to die, (die)
When will it ever end?
Under Eastern skies,
Where's the hope of living?
Under Eastern skies.
Oh Lord, take the pain away,
Oh Lord, turn the night to day,
Oh Lord, kill the beast, I pray.
There's a battle raging under Eastern skies,
Mothers lose their babies,
Children learn to die, (die)
When will it ever end?
Under Eastern skies,
Where's the hope of living?
There's a battle raging under Eastern skies,
Mothers lose their babies,
Children learn to die, (die)
When will it ever end?
Under Eastern skies,
Where's the hope of living?
Under Eastern skies.
Eastern skies,
Die,
When will it ever end?
Under Eastern skies,
Where's the hope of living?
Under...
