Seasons - Hawkwind

With fire you bring the towers down

Desire to seek the golden crown

Such hatred for the wretched damned

You bring destruction to the land

This is naught but the fevered dreams of madmen

Caught in a trap with no way out

This is the time when all could perish

In an incandescent fire bright

In flames the cities burn to ground

No trace of idols can be found

Such devastation left behind

With burning eyes destroy mankind

This is naught but the fevered dreams of madmen

Caught in a trap with no way out

This is the time when all could perish

In an incandescent fire bright

We crash into a broken fate

Breathe in the politician’s face

Pick gods by greed and unjust war

Is the fattened calf worth fighting for?

This is naught but the fevered dreams of madmen

Caught in a trap with no way out

This is the time when all could perish

In an incandescent fire bright