We stand at the crossroads with holes in our hands For all those crucified, forgotten fatherlands I kissed your forehead, I kissed your lips I dreamed of four girls for an apocalypse
But one day, someday, for you and me An angel with talons will set us free
We drove through the mist, to a house by a lake And waited in the garden for D'Annunzio to wake
And we stand at the crossroads with holes in our hands For all those crucified, betrayed, lost motherlands
Behind the soft words of liars and fools You're either the ruler or you're the ruled The fuse has been lit, the sacrifice bled And nature's deciding we are more use to her dead
Chorus
On the ledge of a cliff, hanging onto rosary beads My wrists are aching and my fingers do bleed Below me there's flies and disease But above me the light and the breeze
And we stand at the crossroads with holes in our hands For all those brutalized, genocide, paranoid lands
They're cutting up corpses, putting them into sacks And blood in the moonlight looks ever so black You pick wild flowers, dream of love and respect In this world of the noose, the knife and the rack