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!
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