Fool's Crusade - Falconer

See the fool that dances on his grave

To the sound of the burial march

Dance for the hunger

Dance for the thirst

Quell them both with doom

See the fool prancing into his grave

Play minstrel play

A song in minor key

Sing it to the crowd

And for the kings to be

Lost are the traces of yesterday’s gods

On the day when he claimed their place

Lost is the reverence, lost in the awe

For the land, for the sea, for the sky

Into the dark, a proud parade is marching on

Under the sign of enlightenment

A fool’s crusade

Play minstrel play

On fiddle and on flute

In the light of fire

In this cold night

Lost are the shelters of yesterday’s world

On the day when we sold it out

Lost is the reverence, lost in the awe

For the land, for the sea, for the sky

Caressed by the sweet sunlight

Tumorous skin needs tanning

Swim in toxic rivers

Hail the countryside

Feel the wind in your hair

Feel the stench in your nostrils

Numb your consciousness with pleasure

Hail the country died

Crush the dream and wake up, ignorant one!

Kill the fool, kill him now!

The end has begun

Play minstrel play

For the fall of man

Celebrate his name

And his master plan

Lost are the pillars on which he once ruled

On the day when he blames himself

Lost is the reverence, lost in the awe

For the land, for the sea, for the sky

Into the dark, a proud parade is marching on

Under the sign of enlightenment

A fool’s crusade