Theyve swarm in to die for their land Displacing all their fears With their arms in the same direction Tearing down the lands and the fields Where they could have build their home Falling one by one and fighting eye to eye Losing your faith and your religion Marching on and on and rambling down The tree of life Youre right on the center of another ones Foolish vision They could have built houses and fields With the spirits of their hands But now theyre forced to march in a row Theyre burning and raping What they could have loved Falling one by one and fighting eye to eye Losing your faith and your religion Marching on and on and rambling down The tree of life Youre right on the center of another ones Dont be the fool of another ones foolish vision As I wonder through the fields, memories of the past Fade away like shadows white and pale Too far away like dreams made of sand Melting in your hands
rambling, one, field, center, foolish