| Song | War |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | With Strings |
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| Our voice made silent | |
| Our hands made still | |
| But deep and violent wait the ones who wait to kill | |
| The desert’s burning, their reasons pale | |
| For there’s no returning with some golden holy grail | |
| What have they done? | |
| What have they done? | |
| The blood will run to everyone | |
| Oh what have they done? | |
| Is it for freedom? | |
| Or is it for truth | |
| That father’s fall and all the young men trade their youth? | |
| Or are they moved by deception’s hand | |
| That rank and reckless scatters death across the sand? | |
| Is it for freedom? | |
| Or is it for truth | |
| That fathers fall and all those young men trade their youth? | |
| And the deserts burning, their faces pale | |
| For there’s no returning with some golden holy grail |
| Our voice made silent | |
| Our hands made still | |
| But deep and violent wait the ones who wait to kill | |
| The desert' s burning, their reasons pale | |
| For there' s no returning with some golden holy grail | |
| What have they done? | |
| What have they done? | |
| The blood will run to everyone | |
| Oh what have they done? | |
| Is it for freedom? | |
| Or is it for truth | |
| That father' s fall and all the young men trade their youth? | |
| Or are they moved by deception' s hand | |
| That rank and reckless scatters death across the sand? | |
| Is it for freedom? | |
| Or is it for truth | |
| That fathers fall and all those young men trade their youth? | |
| And the deserts burning, their faces pale | |
| For there' s no returning with some golden holy grail |
| Our voice made silent | |
| Our hands made still | |
| But deep and violent wait the ones who wait to kill | |
| The desert' s burning, their reasons pale | |
| For there' s no returning with some golden holy grail | |
| What have they done? | |
| What have they done? | |
| The blood will run to everyone | |
| Oh what have they done? | |
| Is it for freedom? | |
| Or is it for truth | |
| That father' s fall and all the young men trade their youth? | |
| Or are they moved by deception' s hand | |
| That rank and reckless scatters death across the sand? | |
| Is it for freedom? | |
| Or is it for truth | |
| That fathers fall and all those young men trade their youth? | |
| And the deserts burning, their faces pale | |
| For there' s no returning with some golden holy grail |