Fool's Crusade

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
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
A fool's crusade