Come left to right On cold winds, blow New Day, old Night I try to leave the False Flag Zone Unchain dead roses from the past No will be done Come, souls to rest The night is cold Iconic bless of golden spoil Oblivion mars, the light-years grow On the rows of crimson West Play to the deaf your brand-new song Pray for Mankind On their new home Search for the Light In virgin world, so woebegone Throughout the new streets and paths Of cobblestone Redeemed past Under new scrum Men thrust their sickle into New World Made bridles bath in their own blood End peace from earth to skies above No one can bear these days so dull Sad news, they have Another world Ends on our path Collapsed when the atoms exploded Come, dear, to see the landing folk Contact! It’s done! Red waves of stress On each new dream Messiah’s death for each new sin A god to blame for each escheat A jar will keep for a long time The scent with which it was once filled