Holy War

Текст песни Abney park - Holy War <br/> Death hue falling on the faces of the streets <br />lost children as the mortar fire broken in<br />Nights cold, slipping through the cracks <br />breaking through the cracks of crumbling plaster.<br />Hunger gnaws, I can feel it claws but the pain of a bullet would <br />burn much hotter in the spot like,<br />mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.<br /><br />( )<br />Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.<br /><br />Nameless, but I no the faces of the kids I sleep in Jezebels lair with<br />Thoughtless breaking my bread tween the mine <br />fields flowers and gullies with daises.<br />Some times <br />I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the wind or life left him.<br />Some times I can find a gun on a pistol or a knife to use.<br /><br />Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. <br />My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars.<br /><br />Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a dollar won't buy my justice. <br />Pearless clothed less then a war torn child should sleep or focus.<br />Once I watched as a cannon slot fell through the stained <br />glass window of a church on my street, once <br />I sat on a steeple now laying in the church yards playground.<br /><br />Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, <br />I can not see. <br />My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, <br />my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars.