Had a dream

You and me and the war of the end times

And I believe

California succumbed to the fault line

We heaved relief

As scores of innocents died



And the Andalusian tribes

Setting the lay of the (?)

'Til all that remains is the arms of the angel



Petty greed

Queen of surplice (?)

You know what I mean

On the road

It's well-advised to follow your own (?)

In the year of the (?)



And the Panamanian child

Stands at the Dowager Empress's side

And all that remains is the arms of the angel

And all that remains is the arms of the angels



And you've receded into loam

And they're picking at your bones

Will call cold

We'll come home



Quiet now

Will we gather to conjure the rain down

Will we now

Build a civilization below ground

And I'll be crowned

The community (?) giver out



And the Andalusian tribes

Setting the lay and the (?)

'Til all that remains is the arms of the angel

'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels