the hot wind blowing jagged lines across the sand the crumbling buildings in our minds are all that stand just like the buffalo blindly following the herd we try to justify all the things that have occurred i don t know what i ve been told but the wishes of the people can t be controlled heat of the desert dust settles on my face without a compass the soldier knows no disgrace out of the ashes the eagle rises still freedom is calling to all men who bend their will here i am dirty and faceless waiting to heed your instruction on my own invisible warrior i am a wind of destruction all men who bend their will we fight for justice in a forgotten place fulfil our duty then vanish without a trace dont need a medal for all the men we kill freedom is calling to all men who bend their will wind of destruction