The time of Desolation is upon us

There are no knights in shining armour
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 powder smoke
And been scattered by the blowing of the wind

Candlelight can no longer pierce the darkness
Like it was always meant to do
And beckon the last weary soldier home
It doesn’t really matter anyway
Because all he’d find when he got there
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 cower in your grave
It’s only that the time of desolation is upon us
And 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 honoured 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 shrivelled corn
And dead fish pollute the lily ponds
The night air is filled
With the perfume of rotting flesh
The buzzards have come for their feasting

Well the time of desolation is upon us
We’ve been well paid for our labour of greed
As you lie on your death bed dream of better days
Turn all your thoughts far away
From this time of desolation that’s upon us
Turn all your thoughts far away
From the time of desolation that’s now upon us