Killing Joke - Victory

Across the sand under a crescent moon In celebration of our feards And rumours circulating in the street The candle burns the world awaits We ask is this some kind of victory?Where is the dream, where is the sanity?As crying echoes down the corridors The child comes running to his mother's arms And all the things I hold so dear to me I love my wife, I love my family Raise up your heads and voices The promise of beyond With courage face the moment Remember who you are!A frightened people losing dignity The shadow of an island in their minds While fools are bent on making history With nothing gained, is this our destiny?