[ Featuring Drexl Bowie ]
Hooves fall on the red caliche
Premier fiends of Freud and Nietzsche
Mindless dreams of war in all men
Held forthwith to share their godsend
Lightning strikes this pilfered landscape
Bearing haunts and forms of decay
Apes set bare to claim
There manifest hell on Earth to stake these grim inquests
Men of god and men of war have strange affinities
Oh to be sure
There's nothing more than bloodshed
God servers or just gods themselves?
What mystics can't they seize when they're so pure?
Though they should know that the world will take their heads
Drive upon 'fore light of dawn
Tribes dead long swept like dirt to dust on
Made for new paths pale immersions
Roads made flesh yet frail inversions
Armored teeth and grave-dug monocles
Built by lies and snake-kissed oracles
Fall like sheets sway bathed in the wayward wind
Howl like dogs in the mist with the sinners and burn
Men of god and men of war have strange affinities
Oh to be sure
There's nothing more than bloodshed
God servers or just gods themselves?
What mystics can't they seize when they're so pure?
Though they should know that the world will take their heads
Men of god and men of war have strange affinities
Oh to be sure
There's nothing more than bloodshed
God servers or just gods themselves?
What mystics can't they seize when they're so pure?
Though they should know that...
Face yourselves in these vile raging souls
Take your role in this dance of sweet control
The western light is fleeting now
Fleece the air like bloody crowns
Of all men's hearts we are one form of clay
