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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 Sun parches dry all that ever lived Here in this land Amazing that any survive To be led by his hand Violent tantrums of murderous dust Blowing in his face Endless caresses of anger Display our disgrace Out of the sands comes the soul Who claims the starring role In this hopeless power play See far beyond the sands He has the masses in his hands And nothing will ever cause his path to sway Messiah. . . of a thousand men Look and see just where he's been Realize the views he's stated Can control the souls he's captivated. . . Storm cross the desert, lay siege To the valley of green He's the Messiah, leading all whom His dark eyes has seen The planet now falls into darkness As war rages on People are crying in terror What have they done? Out of the sands comes the soul Who claims the starring role In this hopeless power play See far beyond the sands He has the masses in his hands And nothing will ever cause his path to sway Messiah. . . of a million men Orders from a poisoned pen Look and see exactly where he's been Realize the views he's stated Can control the souls he's captivated For awhile, at least, until he marches on. . . again. |