Built By Nations

When a man must walk the devil's road Churning up the earth below He is bound to brothers built by nations With no pride to call his own Woah, the trouble gets so loud When all of hell tries to drag you down Woah, the wounded warrior Woah, on this battleground Who is he to think of his survival? When a man must kill his home Standing naked in the breast of cannons When companions are alone Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Woah, the trouble gets so loud When all of hell tries to drag you down Woah, the wounded warrior Woah, on this battleground Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Woah, the trouble gets so loud (gets so loud) Woah, the wounded warrior (warrior)