Nightmare Within a Dream Songtext / Lyric

Saddam:
I stand amid a roar of a self-tormented shore.
And I hold within my hand, grains of golden sands.
How few, yet how they creep, from my fingers to the deep,
while I weep, while I weep. Narrator:
War’s an act of optimistic facts.
Post-Cold war needs most wholistic pacts.
The current structure of the United Nations has failed, call the third world in.

Every rise will have its final fall.
These gallows will hear the call of a tyrant going down, down, down, a king without a crown.

Chorus:
Saddam:
I will leave this world, they’ll curse me all.
Bow to me and treasure me at least until I fall.
I the pastor of death will die.
Baptized and betrayed by the House of the White.