Stub towers in the distance Riders cross the blasted moor against the horizon Fickle promises of treaty Fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons Swirl
Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast, He looks into the future and remembers what is past, Wonders what he's doing on this battlefield, Shrugs
At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent, Is moved into action and their pace does not relent. In step, with great precision, these dancers
Here at the glass, all the usual problems All the habitual farce You ask in uncertain voice, what you should do As if there were a choice but to carry
Stub towers in the distance, riders the blasted moor against the horizon Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war, futile horisons swirl as
Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast, he looks into the future and remembers what is past, wonders what he's doing on this battlefield, shrugs
At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent, is moved into action and their pace does not relent. In step, with great precision, these dancers
Here at the glass - all the usual problems, all the habitual farce. You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do as if there were a choice but to
