For love and for country, it’s never the same To men of high power, the two don’t equate When leaders of nations, and brokers of hate Continue to play the most deadly of games
They shuffle their demons, and deal out their sins Hand out their weapons, like candy to kids Pull on their people, like puppets on strings To play out their war, in the court of the king
And the fires keep burning in the middle of the night The rivers keep flowing like the tears from your eyes You can still hear the voices of all those who died In the land of a thousand hills
We drank through the summer, and soaked in the sun While over the ocean, the killing begun They followed their leaders, and fired their guns We had no idea, of what was to come
And the fires keep burning in the middle of the night The rivers keep flowing like the tears from your eyes You can still hear the voices of all those who died They echo, they echo, like shots from a gun They echo, they echo, like the rhythm of your drum For one hundred days, you could never see the sun In the land of a thousand hills
And years will have passed, ‘til the world would find out The truth of unthinkable violence, so loud It shattered the heavens, and silenced the crowd The highest almighty, cannot save us now
Oh my brother, oh my brother, tell me what have you done? We’ll hide in the church, ‘til the bulldozers come There are men with machetes, and children with guns We’ll never forgive you, for what you have done
And the fires keep burning in the middle of the night The rivers keep flowing like the tears from your eyes You can still hear the voices of all those who died They echo, they echo, like shots from a gun They echo, they echo, like the rhythm of your drum The rest of the world will expose all their lies And all those you silenced will once again rise For one hundred days, you could never see the sky In the land of a thousand hills For one hundred days, you could never see the sky In the land of a thousand hills In the land of a thousand hills