From the brow of Herod comes a flood But not from the blow Of the murmur that followed Now tell me who do you belong to
There is nothing new upon this earth That the raising of the sun Won't burn hollow to the bone Now tell me who do you belong to
The wind the shadow shooter the sun They'll bring fire they'll breath fire The dregs the holy roman war the scum They'll bring fire they'll breath fire...
Here's the ashen face of John Decreasing in a moan And rolling down the steps of stone Now tell me who do you belong to