There are no knights in shining armor
to chase the dragons from the sky.
No noble men to sit upon a throne.
All that’s ever been good and holy
has turned to black and bitter smoke
and been scattered by the westward blowing wind.
Candlelight can no longer pierce the darkness
like it was always meant to do
and guide the last weary soldier home.
It doesn’t really matter anyway
because all he’ll find when he returns,
are bloody fields, filled with the dead and dying.
The waking sun hides his face
among the clouds of war
and a dark rain that burns
is forever falling from the angry sky.
Red flowers blossom on the killing grounds
as bullets and bombs fall among us.
Don’t worry friend as you smoke one last cigarette
it’s only that the day of desolation is upon us.
To our shame we have only ourselves to blame,
because we always preferred the sabre and the sword
to the man that carried an olive branch in his hand.
We have honored the soldier and his wars
above those who would speak peaceful words.
We’ve planted the seed of aggression
among the peoples of this world.
Now the harvest is ready for the taking.
Blood and bones now grow
in the fields of shriveled corn
and dead fish pollute the lily ponds.
The night air is filled
with the perfume of rotting flesh.
and the buzzards have come for their feasting.
Well the day of desolation is upon us.
We’ve been well paid for our labor of greed.
As you lie on your death bed
feel free to dream of better days,
and turn all your thoughts far away
from this day of desolation that’s upon us.
Turn all your thoughts far away,
from the day of desolation that’s now upon us.