The darkest days they lie before us
The world, a monster coming back to eat her master
Remember when we bathed with candles
The granite eyes of Horus
Danced about our naked mantles
This cross, which cross
Which cross is the one
This cross, which cross?
You‘ll hang the witches from?
A mother screams, a child answers
Her flesh is ripped apart and dashed upon the flagstones
A father cries, a soldier dances
Streets of fire, raped bodies piled among the ashes
Which son, which son, Which son is the one?
Is this son the one you waste your kingdom on?
The seven songs of spring
A dish to set before the king
The solemn secret signs
For those who died before their time
The fallen king is found
His mouth is gagged his hands are bound
The seven fiddlers play for those
Who won‘t survive this day
A mother screams
Which son is the one?