In the mountains along the paths
of forgotten time hangs the moon
of lunatics
where dance the heretics
of forbidden lust
to the song of eternal love
and truth does spill from rivers red
into bleeding seas
where stars do swim beyond the reach
of modern men of rot and decay
who slave away under pretense
of virtue and sanity
grinding their bones between the gears
of profit
made for war disposable innocence
crack the skull
cage the heart
poison the soul
for a free mind
a wild heart
a living soul
is a danger to the democracy
of this free world we live in
so I say
let the rivers run red with the blood of
presidents and politics
and law makers in expensive three piece suits
and if we are to be ****** and doomed
and force feed death
let it be for dancing with the heretics
along the paths of forgotten time
in the mountains where our corpses will sway
in the winds of truth and love
as we a hang
from the moon of lunatics