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
