born in sheeps blood plain and simple

washed out of my mothers temple

all around i heard them laughing

as father sheep had stood there calving

black they were with white eyes gleaming

right in leaven life was seeming

brittle wind blew snow upon me

i got blanketed all white and frosty

in my time i grew and killed them

or out of memory i willed them

and willed in a greater history

out of massacre and mystery

was no longer wealthy, wholly

nor anything i could grasp fully

someone rush to re-inject me

gods of gods wont you protect me?

fixed my face and marching onward

marching running ever forward

buildings were a bloody vessel

edging me below the trestle

there in coal and whitened gravel

i built a shield of wooden baffle

inside of which i raised a fire

so i could tonight retire

everyone will tell you its evil to be

a free-thinking pecker like bonny old me

but ill flex my armies and blow out my gut

and prove ill be loved by any old slut

look here in my wallet, its loaded and true

and now we can leave here

and go and find you