I am the knight
Heavy armour weighs me down
Their queen is sacrificed
And peasants and drummer-boys
Flee before me

Burnt out buildings
Babies bombed to pieces
A full moon shines
Displacement of the divine
Deluded and euphoric

Silver ships sailing
War is not a curse, for us
It is glorious. We are flying
I am the Chosen One
The revolution has begun.


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