Desert Of Blood

The Kruks

Compositor: PEDRO

He had no name
He was nobody
Just a lonely soul,
Walking in the desert of blood

Desert of blood
That's where i walking,
All are dead

Justice was his dream
Adrenaline rushes in your body,
Wanting praise,
What never had

Proclaiming the victory.
Where a man stood up
Tired of defeat

Discord and destruction
Women raped,
Children killing
Dead weights hung on ropes

Justice was his dream
Adrenaline rushes in your body,
Wanting praise,
What never had

Proclaiming the victory.
Where a man stood up
Tired of defeat