ONE
Flags and standards in tatters blown at will be the wind
Desert sand caught in swirling pools scatter their grains across the plain
Somewhere now so silent where before the sound of metal on metal
Filled the air ...
The battle ground now deserted
Broken corpses lie discarded like voodoo dolls
Without limbs and without recognition
Rivulets of blood run staining the sand redeeming red
A hazy morning sun creeps into the sky
and watches the moon limp back to its position out of sight
The orb appearing with red tinted mists obscuring its face
A face of stone not acknowledging the slaughter miles below
TWO
The hacking ... the maiming ... the killing now finished
The victors riding off with the prizes of war on horse back
Brown skinned faces with demonic eyes of glee
Heading for the safety of their cave and passageways beyond
Raw meat sacrifice in praise of their demon god
A ritual taking place out of sight
The bones kept in piles one thousand strong
Trophies to remind the fanatics how mighty they have been
Young children among them carrying guns and knives
as part of the troop; for indeed they too know how to kill
An honour in their religion to be so ....
THREE
For many of the maimed, the dead and the dying it is their last crusade
Sent by the homeland far away to fight in a holy war
Their leaders grey suited, safe in their government buildings
Making the choices that decide life and death on the end of a phone
Ne`er once venturing to the killing fields
Ne`er once realising the hostility or the fear felt by their braves
Knowingly the front line is the cannon fodder; sent to certain death
For they venture through unknown territory; the enemy with a major advantage
FOUR
And for them The Last Crusade will provide the lizard men with their next meals
By the grace of the dark satanic ritual evoked before hand they eat
Those sacred or dubious moving out of the main chamber before they come
Before those amongst their ranks change into the form of a demon
The children of the black ones are scared of what they see
As the pure blood line shift their shapes to what is within
And that monster overcomes the consciousness which is human
The ego of the mask and form they hide behind
With loud corbyantic howls they voice their pleasure
Those of the west will never guess their true identity
And the western’s first crusade to their lands
Shall be their last crusade
And those who perish will only serve their master; he behind their actions
One who has survived intact since the dawn of time
The mightiest of the lizard kin; he who broke ranks from it all
And created a way of life to suit his own means
He laughs and pulls to him two of the human children who worship he
Without a sound he pulls out their hearts and eats them as they still beat
A look of rapt orgasmic pleasure is seen on his face by those who look on
He, The Dark Grand Master knows he and his kin will have their greatest hour
The nations of the west are completely fooled
The know nothing of the cavern entrances below the desert which lead to the demon`s lair
They know nothing of the technology there; they know nothing of the real plans
The agenda The Anti-Christ has for the world ....
