The world keeps watch where its j**els are sleeping - under desert sands, its black heart's beating the pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking But beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines the dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries and all around the world the world closes its eyes A people without land fights for existence as opposing winds disperse all calls for a**istance Will their annihilation be the price of our silence?
The only sounds heard are oil-hungry nations' blood-thirsty threats of immediate action should the hold on resources ever be threatened There can be no excuses, no justification no heads turned away from their situation the price of our silence will be their annihilation! Beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines the dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries and all around the world the world closes its eyes.