Of Nations Iii a Turning Nation

A turning nation Turn around we all fall The tall are bound but small Here comes the crown, swords drawn A nation turns and the world burns spin with is bloody sins In the quiet din of angry light buzzing incandescence A night endless insight Vast and close as the razor to the heart Closer to the darkest Holocaust Turn around, madness is in play Thy fools kingdom display… Remaining bits of bone of the insane All for the glory, gold from afar Far away! The power and fame, money and hard credit cards Jewels, ivory neon bars. A fifteen-second of flame dancing in shame Rain the greed of a nation in turn insane Spin the lights flare white Blaring out the fractured chrome Fades flakes and drifts away All fall, down ash to ash of bone all blown away Tumbles down the crown A nation in turn a nation a burn Fearing the nation all lost Faded in glory… The rage!