Victory - Killing Joke

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?