They swept across the land They did not leave a thing They did not leave a person A stone or a tree They did not leave anything They did not leave anything All its left is sand All its left is sand I remember, father I remember him Every minute I remember Every moment Now I hate everyone Now I hate everyone Before, I used to love Before, I used to love One day, thorns shall grow One day, thorns shall grow From their graves When they return Throns will grow Over their graves I will be waiting And when they return I will be waiting I will not leave a person Standing I will not leave anything I will not leave anything All Ill leave is sand All Ill leave is sand And then thorns shall grow And then thorns shall grow From their graves When they return Throns shall grow Over their graves I will be waiting