Holding On

(brooker / reid) Zika nor nama ... hesah! Through this hourglass Sands are running fast In deserted plains Kingdoms write their names On these burning sands Kingdoms show their hands In these killing fields Soldiers show their steel The men who play the gods of war They stay behind the guarded door And hostages who seek release They're crying out to keep the peace Holding on... holding on One day we will be free, one day if we're strong Holding on... holding on Through the shadows cast to a brighter day In these fields of stone Far away from home In this vale of tears The men who play the gods of war They stay behind the guarded door Religious leaders teachin' hate Praise the war and call it fate