El Shaddai Lyrics

Midnight battle, a thousand horses
On provision the iron master
But below the heat red fire
Sharpen wheels of Ali bastard
I hear!

Remember the desert garden,
Moonlight on the sand!
We listen the throbbing I
Of the voice of El Shaddai

Caught in wells of precious water
Veils of faith protect the archer
Children die and wives are slaughtered, yeah, yeah
Blood and bone, we're marching forward!
I hear!

Remember the desert garden,
Moonlight on the sand!
We listen the throbbing I
Of the voice of El Shaddai

Forced to walk with timid ..
Through the timber at thunder mountain
Finding ways to hear his whisper
He said, 'I am that! I am!

Remember the desert garden,
Moonlight on the sand!
We listen the throbbing I
Of the voice of El Shaddai