Lyrics

Patrolling the coast road
Up by the old bothy
Watching an Oyster Catcher
Caught in a fishing net
I figured a tall ship
Approaching the shore
Betrayed by the glint of an eyeglass
It was the last thing they saw
Holy armies to the left and the right
And me? The righteous savant?
Pagan symbols adorning our bodies
Cauterise the mind
Holy armies stepping into the frame
My diorama of pain
Empty symbols all over our bodies
Obliterate the stain
After all it is done
The silencing of their song
A storm in the main sail
Aground in the shallows
The drums of our muster roll-call
Were the last thing they heard
Holy armies to the left and the right
And me? The righteous savage?
Pagan symbols adorning our bodies
To cauterise the mind
Holy armies stepping into the frame
My diorama of pain
Empty symbols all over our bodies
Obliterate the stain
After all it is done
The silencing of their song