Built By Nations

When a man must walk the Devil's road, oh Churning up the earth below He is bound to brothers built by nations With no pride to call his own Whoa, the trouble gets so loud When all of Hell tries to drag you down Whoa, the wounded warrior whoa, on this battleground Who is he to think of his survival When a man must kill his home? Standing naked in the breast of canyons Where companions are alone Whoa, the trouble gets so loud When all of Hell tries to drag you down Whoa, the wounded warrior whoa, on this battleground Whoa, the trouble gets so loud Gets so loud Whoa, the wounded warrior Warrior