The game of terror

Raven warns not to fook with the magic
the sacred law is the only law to use
Omar you were just a good son caught
in the old game to war of your father
kill is their only call kill the soul
you languish in Guantanamo for years
stood your ground on their lies
They have used a million rocket launches
killing children by the score

Poor solider gets a bullet in the eye
play with fire man your still alive

Poor solider ends up dead carry a gun man
its all in your head dead head