Under The Afghan lyrics

Flying over snow covered mountains

Untouched by men, a haven for angels

And then the barren brown sodless scape

The hilly, dirty, and disheveled

A coldness that bites into bones

That sends shivers to the very soul

The aircraft lurched in fast and hard

It left as quick as it came flares aloft

Dispersing launching threats

Vapour trails of misguidance

Signaling a safer secure approach

In the thump of earth's embrace

The wind whirling, a single-toned sonnet

The whining of landing gear descending

Sounds as if drills upon the hull

Tremors and quakes as we alight

The twisting winds yaw the craft

Whirring as the nose bounces upon the earth

Slowing steadily on this unholy ground

Accursed by hell's furious revenge

A place where life is suffocated

And hope buried with the dead

Ideals know no edicts of valued souls

Fanatics dust blown by hades retribution

Here Satan rules, here in a defeated land

Where God has dispatched him to remain

Lifeless, wind swept, this forsaken country

A place where soil never stands to grow

Beaten down by driven duster and elemental sun

Devoid of relieving rains, save tears near

Beware oh noble heart that cometh this way

For here there is no return, no escape

If the desiccating dust does not embrace you

It will linger in your heart, in your soul

Condemned by nothing more than presence

No malevelent intention need be known

Everyday a silent prayer for reprieve

To depart this hell on earth alive or dead

They cannot take my soul to eternal damnation

There is no place for it to go, we are here

Those who have been here know their fate

They cannot know their promised loss

Why must fools fight over what they never own

They do not see even their souls are bartered

Pawns in a world where mistaken thoughts

Betray their breath and stop their hearts

None can hold what it is they wither for

Lost in time's wake, amid insatiable grime

The wailing winds stifle all and mourn none

They mock those suffering in final throws

Their stinging forces bury those forgotten

And draw life's blood from them remaining

Final moments for mortal compassions of men

Oblivion won too by manipulator's ambitions

Lying alone in the unbounded lunar dust

Looking into the unsettled cloudless sky

Struggles mark the land, wrecked strewn tales

Untold and unrecalled in reverent recollections

Transient transgressions unremarkable

A tragic vindiction then, recounted only now

Flying over snow covered mountains

Untouched by men, a haven for angels

And then the barren brown sodless scape

The hilly, dirty, and disheveled

A coldness that bites into bones

That sends shivers to the very soul

• Artist:Ww Ww