Shipwrecked Soldier - Spring

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