Albatross

<br>Blood blood all around<br><br>The land is crying out<br><br>All men are dead underneath the sands<br><br>And noone understands<br><br><br><br>Gold gold all is sold<br><br>Ten thousands have been slain<br><br>They stole their gold and destroyed their souls<br><br>The prayers were all in vain<br><br><br><br>War war behind the shore<br><br>All men are on the run<br><br>They burned the earth until there<br><br>But a wasteland in the sun<br><br>A wasteland in the sun<br><br><br><br>But theres the albatross<br><br>Flying circles through the wind<br><br>The silent master of this land<br><br>Far beyond the southern cross<br><br>Nobody heard his cries<br><br>Wailing sadly through the skies<br><br>Now his voice from up above<br><br>Is slowly dying<br><br><br><br>Home home we wanna go home<br><br>The beach is bleak and empty<br><br>All has burnt to ashes<br><br>Nothing will grow<br><br>We wanna go home<br><br><br><br>But theres the albatross<br><br>Flying circles through the wind<br><br>The silent master of this land<br><br>Far beyond the southern cross<br><br>Nobody heard his cries<br><br>Wailing sadly through the skies<br><br>Now his voice from up above<br><br>Is slowly dying<br><br>Theres just the albatross<br><br>Flying . . .<br><br><br><br>September, 20, 1990: early in the morning....