Woes of Attrition by Traitor Lyrics

Slowly we march with amnesty
With a purpose not so easy to see
No way to live, our brothers die
Sun above, its fury scalds
The roots of life turn to ash
Beguiled, they hear the siren's cry

Arid waste claims the weak
The desert so bleak
The carrion crows feast
Thirst will claw and tear at the throat
Moon brings illusion of coveted hope
But not for long
The winds arise