Song Description

A commentary on war in general.

Lyrics

Spill My Wine (Fallujah)
(N. Ball/P. Millington)

We are tired of staring
at our brothers on the ground.
Keep the music blaring.
Our salvation is the sound.

I'm am emptied, Father.
Stripped of armor -- short of time.
There are waiting others
hungry for the savage sign.
Seal Fallujah's borders
tease the serpents from the crowd.
Raise our sacred heroes
Let the verses scream out loud.

Spoken:
We gazed down from colossal turrets
onto the gates of the ancient city,
our tanks idling restless on the timeless drift.
Whole armies lay entombed beneath the sands
where we now plotted our advance.
On the eve of battle, many struggled with strange visions.
In an effort to break the tension, someone began reciting a prayer
before the tank commander ordered him to stop.
Like trace-fire, the man's amen trailed off
into the bowels of the dark machine....

I can feel your shadows
cast their spells across my mind.
Chills me to the marrow
Stain my garden, spill my wine
Spill my wine, spill my wine
spill my wine, spill my wine...