歌词：
Among The Thirsty

hill Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty seven lived To walk back down again And when the fight was over And 'Old Glory' raised Among the men

Jima Hill Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived To walk back down again And after the fight was over And Old Glory proudly raised Among

of Darkness Black wind of the dead Inflamed my eyes to red My brothers, wolves, servants of the night They came from the forest Burning eyes among the Darkness Jaws thirsty

, we pray and suspend The notion that these lives do never end And all day long we talk about mercy Lead me to water Lord, I sure am thirsty Down in

In the Misty Summer night On the Brightness of It's Breeze I Saw a Maiden Fair, White Heard Song Among Her Weeps Was Not From Tribe of Mine Couldn't

Among the flowers, we are always three Counting my shadow and my friend The shimmering moon Happily the moon knows nothing of drinking And my shadow is never thirsty

was risking Living here all alone I could go out to the country And hide there among the mountains But sooner or later I'd grow thirsty And wish I could

Drown me in your lies And your unrepentant selfishness Blood thirsty and deceitful We were to be sheep among wolves Oh but our flesh never tasted so

you started. Just remember You can't bring them back, Just remember You can't bring them back.) Heads will roll, bullets will fly. We've all been turned Into bloody thirsty