Kings

So now comes the best song by this band, the band I have loved for years and years. They should know it.

A joy comes. Truth. Love of song is immortal.

An infant with the voice of a crone
In Nebachanezar’s parking zone
Calls out my lord… your end is nigh
I didn’t mean to make you cry
In deserts where the dust storm blows
And lush black swamps where mandrake grows
We’re marching, laughing to the drum
Waiting for those kings to come
The circus sun in Nero eyes
The lions and the Christians rise
Software sings and hardware hears
We’re destined babe to live these years

Fucking excellent.