Built By Nations

When a man must walk the devil’s road
Churning up earth below
He is bound to brothers
Built by nations
With no pride to call his own

The trouble gets so loud
When all the hell tries to drag you down
The wounded warrior
On this battle ground

Who is he to think of his survival
When a man must kill his home
Standing naked in the breast of canyons
Where companions are alone

The trouble gets so loud
When all the hell tries to drag you down
The wounded warrior
On this battle ground

The trouble gets so loud
Gets so loud
The wounded warrior
Warrior