Black Sea
A wind blows in from the black sea
A wind as cold as the soul inside me
Wars we won and lost for this time
I feel their scares as if they were mine
Visions of a far more fairer time
Where we were free to turn the tide
Salt water washed sins away
We lived to breath another day
They fought wars for this time
I feel their scars as if they were mine
Draped in tradition
Owners of the past
Misplaced in this great future
Replaced for ever last
Gateway to asia wasteland of the world
Only one of blood and mind
Could see the beauty held
Wars won might aswell have been lost
As I breath the air of time
A mans heart is his country
As I look out over mine.