Verse I:

There's an illness in my soul,
A sickness that will not reconcile.
I am the plainest individual in the most outlandish way,
And I'm so very ill I cannot get a one to stay.
I have the legacy of battle,
The legacy to travel.
Nomad is my name and you will never know my,

Chorus:

War blood
War veins
War heart
War shame
War sight
War sores
War illnesses and storms
War, war, war, war is all they say I have any proficiency for.
War, war, war is knocking and I am the door.

Verse II:
Rush of fools through the opening and I let them in.
Rush of folly and degradation,
Rips through my faith and pulls it to the floor but,
War, war, war, war still knocking,
Still shaking,
Still moving,
Still breaking.

Bridge:

War is not the only thing I know how to do;
I am a lion and I'll only ever fight because of you.