Conquistadores  -  Misery  Index

At  dawn  he  rides,  the  fleet  sets  sail,  the  tanks  will  roll,  when  Mars  screams

Across  the  world,  our  children  wake,  abandoned  offspring,  writhing  there

Choked  by  the  hidden  hand  of  God

The  swansong  is  on  his  lips,  an  albatross  hangs  from  his  red  neck

The  doves  are  dead,  the  hawks  are  free,  to  propagate  the  burdens  of  empire

What  eyes  have  seen  the  world

From  well-worn  knees

Where  corpses  lay  at  soldier's  feet

Conquistadores-God  Speed!

The  Prophet  and  the  angel

Inside  his  oval  lair

She  whispers  to  his  empty  head

"Conquistador...war  is  peace"

As  infidels  in  Eden's  garden...we'll  tear  out  the  serpent's  eyes

"A  class  filth  infested,  the  heathen  of  the  Holy  Land

We'll  trample,  stomp,  and  segregate  them

Their  God  is  dead-infected,  they're  rats  within  our  shrines

Conquistador...why  would  I  die?"

Have  another  drink  of  wine

Toast  it  to  the  terrorist

You're  brother  in  each  other's  arms

Doppelgangers  in  distress

The  clash  of  the  fools,  he  arrives

Blinded  and  faith-martyred

Cleansed  and  reborn

As  the  suicide  crusader  with  the  passion  of  Christ  armed

In  the  shadow  of  the  crescent  moon

The  crucifix  shines  in  its  petrol  graveyard

In  what  God's  name  shall  they  rule?

The  Cowboy  and  Caliphate  in  love  with  each  other.