Spring in Macedonia   The last clean pocket on a blood soaked coat   In a state of claustrophobia   Waiting for the rain to wash it all out      Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?   Did the words of the church run dry?   Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?   Did the words of the church run dry?      Meeting on the road to Basra   You half blind in a blood soaked coat   Me I'm a fallen angel   Fallen from the burning tree of doubt      Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?   Did the words of the church run dry?   Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?   Did the words of the church run dry?      I'm a witness to the moon and the stars above   I'm aware of the crimson sky   I'm a witness to the crumbling walls as well   But I'm not your alibi      War is the last sensation   The final song with the longest note   Like a silence never broken   War is the book that nobody wrote      Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?   Did the words of the church run dry?   Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?   Did the words of the church run dry?      I'm a witness to the moon and the stars above   I'm aware of the crimson sky   I'm a witness to the crumbling walls as well   But I'm not your alibi