Misery Index

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