The war is passed, now she tells him again It's too close to hand The books, the tales you see Feel pain, feel pain Look the sun out of the golden doors Caroline walks down the steps So feel the pain, feel the pain The heathen, the heathen Like the heathen From the crowd come children of the cron An insect under the Golden Dawn So feel the pain, so feel pain Like the heathen God, look out for the heathen
One more nightmare calling Across his farthest fields The night skies are dawning Take as much as she will
Trees come down
There's a girl in a green dress She's got eyes like fire and lips so tame She's haunted by the girl Who's crying in the red dress Running for her life In this dying age, dying age This dying age This dying age