Spring - Shipwrecked Soldier lyrics

The point was made and had to be laid Upon the heads of the people The bell that hung since had rung The changes from the steeple. Angry politicians scream, "We are the way". Whilst Armies plunder through the night To rape all they can lay. Through the haze and out of the maze I tried to get myself through But the tolling of the bells Only served to blur my view. Orders given, rule my living There can be no turning back But in the end, my only friend Was a dead man dressed in black. Cannons roar up to the door with a kicked in stomach feeling A Soldier lies until he dies in a land he's really stealing Church Bells peal as if to steal, the glory from his hand and Quistlings turn out in the land, to dance their victory chant. The mad Monk tolls Angelus, to prove that he was right A Ship that lists into the mist, is a graveyard in the night An I myself stand back to stare, at slaves of tattooed sails Loneliness has captured them, and crossed their palms with nails.