No Nation on This Earth

The sea will be as a desert
 When my bones are long to dust
 Beneath shifting dunes
 And the searing Unconquerable son 

Pile the bodies on the pyre
 Warm the old heart of the earth
 This is no place for faith, nor for hope
 Just a journey through the darkest of nights
 To the old heart of the earth 

These are wounds made by cold hands
 That know the bite of steel
 Hands that have rendered life extinct
 And punished the weak at heart 

Tell e what Nation on this Earth
 Is not born of Tragedy?
 That has not felt such harsh weapons
 Wielded by cruelty's desire