The Great Thirst Lyrics

Wandering onward
Burnt by the sun
Humanity withers
And still we march on
Darkness of night surrounds us now
Out in the distance infidels howl
No time for rest abandon the weak
Holy Shimeh awaits us just out of reach

Prophet or madman?
Preaching salvation
Guiding an army
Through scorching d***ation

Days march on and men waste away
Endless horizon leading astray
Faith that propels us, true or misled?
Our path through the desert marked by our dead

Our God above us
Counts bodies in the sand
The price is still higher
To reach the holy land
More men
Drop dead
Every
Day

Have we
Enough
Men for God's toll to pay?

Oasis, salvation
Tainted, they drink it still
Bloated corpses
Rot as they drink their fill

More men
Drop dead
Every
Day
Have we
Enough
Men for God's toll to pay?

A prophet, among us
Miracle of man
Gives water so pure
Drawn from desert sand

Our pain
Rewarded
On this
Day

God will
Guide us
Our holy land awaits