Wasteland a lonely man blood of the innocent on his hands
Fought a war thunder roared killing machines against his sword
We followed him he wanted to win but what happened was a sin
Crusified for his lies our world ended when he died
Son of a man will rise again
Son of a man will rise again
Memories of our sins will rise in your head like bad dreams
War is gone and now my son you will be a chosen one
Rebuild this land with your hands from the ashes from the sand
Victory misery eternal sleep will end my story
Future of land depends on one man
Blood on his hands son of a man
Future of land depends on one man
Blood on his hands son of a man
Future of land depends on one man
Blood on his hands son of a man
Future of land depends on one man
Blood on his hands son of a man