Zoin, where the fortress stood.
The promises land where in present day we find no promises.
Just blood, sweat, and tears shed.
God dwells amongst his chosen people and the faithless.
Right where the river drifts
Babylon takes our soilder boys
standing at Akkadain Babilu
The gate way of the Gods
Only to here the voices that scream in the holy city.
Right where the river drifts
The sound of our soldier boys turn to myth.
Taken by the old kindom; the hanging gardens of Babylon. Where the soldier boys soul''s drift.
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