Hell and high water
When armies clash all night
And we’re separated by steel
And the fire and fear of the fight
And the real power of evil...
Through chaos and slaughter,
I will come to rescue.
Through hell and high water,
I will come, I will come for you...
There’s gunfire from the rooftops,
And a hole where the sniper aims.
In the home where the bomb drops.
The smell of flesh in the flames...
I will not hear the wounded groan,
As tanks rumble down the empty road.
Nor the incoming bombers drone
Nor the thundering bombs explode...