Слова песни Holy War Abney Park

Death hue falling on the faces of the streets lost children
As the mortar fire broken in
Nights cold, slipping through the cracks -
Breaking through the walls of crumbling plaster
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws
But the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter
In the spotlight mounted
On the cannon of the tank that prowls

Holy war
Oh, deliver me
Rest my fear
I cannot see

Nameless, but I know the faces of the kids
I slept in Jezebel's lair with
Thoughtless, breaking my bread 'tween the mine fields flowers
And gullies with daisies
Sometimes I can find some rations that a soldier let fall
When the wind of life left him
Sometimes I can find a gun
Or a pistol or a knife to use

Holy war
Oh, deliver me
Rest my fear
I cannot see
My eyes are blind
My body's lame
My family's gone
In my god's name
A holy war

''...a winter the U.N. High Commision For Refugees
Says will be especially harsh...
...she's living in a borrowed room after her house and fields
Were burned in fighting between the Taliban and the Northern Alliance...
...we need to feed our children...''

Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a dollar
Won't buy justice
Fearless, clothed less then a war torn child
Should sleep or focus
Once I watched as a cannon shot
Fell through the stained glass window of a church on my street
Once I sat on a steeple
Now laying in the church yard's playground

Holy war
Oh, deliver me
Rest my fear
I cannot see
My eyes are blind
My body's lame
My family's gone
In my god's name
A holy war

''...in an apparent increase in hostilities,
Artillery explosions could be heard coming from the mountains,
Thirty miles north of the city...
...her children helping her,
She carried the precious goods into their room on the outskirts of Jaffa,
But finding the food to cook is a different story...
...people bleed to death.
Dispossessed from over 20 years of war and upheaval...
...as evening fell, Taliban jets could be seen
Racing across the far north side,
Flying northward to the front lines
Of the ongoing civil war with their foe, the Northern Alliance...
...as fear of military conflict grows,
So too does the desperation of the Afghan refugees...''