Conquistadores - Misery Index

At dawn he rides, the fleet sets sail, the tanks will roll, when Mars screams

Across the world, our children wake, abandoned offspring, writhing there

Choked by the hidden hand of God

The swansong is on his lips, an albatross hangs from his red neck

The doves are dead, the hawks are free, to propagate the burdens of empire

What eyes have seen the world

From well-worn knees

Where corpses lay at soldier’s feet

Conquistadores-God Speed!

The Prophet and the angel

Inside his oval lair

She whispers to his empty head

«Conquistador…war is peace»

As infidels in Eden’s garden… we'll tear out the serpent’s eyes

«A class filth infested, the heathen of the Holy Land

We’ll trample, stomp, and segregate them

Their God is dead-infected, they’re rats within our shrines

Conquistador… why would I die?»

Have another drink of wine

Toast it to the terrorist

You’re brother in each other’s arms

Doppelgangers in distress

The clash of the fools, he arrives

Blinded and faith-martyred

Cleansed and reborn

As the suicide crusader with the passion of Christ armed

In the shadow of the crescent moon

The crucifix shines in its petrol graveyard

In what God’s name shall they rule?

The Cowboy and Caliphate in love with each other