We came from the sand
We came from the mud
Out of the prison cell
Back to what’s life
A chance to ride free again
Through my own land
So I could redeem my past
I am not a saint
I am no soldier, but I can fight a war
To defend my right to be
What I was born to be
Not white, not black, no indian am I
I am a man
And the world is beneath my thumb
So we rode like hellhounds
Through wastelands we’ve sniffed
What’s beyond tyranny
The emptiness that’s free
But it ain’t no frontier calling,
It’s Armaggedon
Words spread from a sage
That brought freedom to men
Bearing the Savior’s cross and the crown
Of the undying king
Saints and sinners joining
The last bulwark against hell
And the infidels, we’ll burn on the stake
If our lands they come to take
I ride, so we can raise the cross
I ride, so we can raise the crown
I ride, so we can raise the people
To a place that’s their own
Rain pours over the sand
We shall celebrate
Our king is coming
And this city will be
His throne
Haven’t you seen the fires that lit the night?
Haven’t you seen the smokes that cover daylight?
San Sebastian, slayer of the Moors,
Fight our fears away,
Virgin Mary, mother of God,
Wash our tears away
I ride, so we can raise the cross
I ride, so we can raise the crown
I ride, so we can raise the people
To a place that’s their own
San Sebastian, slayer of the Moors,
Fight our fears away,
Virgin Mary, mother of God,
Wipe our tears away
I ride, so we can raise the cross
I ride, so we can raise the crown
I ride, so we can raise the people
To a place that’s their own
credits
from Devil Blows the Desert Winds,
released November 3, 2017
Tadeu Oliveira - Guitars
G. A. Klausner - Vocals
Henrique Cordeiro - Guitars
Fernando Gameleira - Bass
