No Nation On This Earth
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The sea will be as a desert
When my bones are long to dust
Beneath the shifting dunes
And the searing unconquerable sun
So pile the bodies on the pyre
And warm the old heart of the Earth
This is no place for faith, nor for hope
Just a journey through the darkest of nights
And this is the darkest of nights
To the 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 me what nation on this Earth
Is not born of tragedy
That has not felt such harsh weapons
Wielded by cruelty's desire
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