They cannot wait a second more to fear the terror,
A second more to count the doubt,
With shiver crust the iron metal forged
Right from the liquid ground;

With graves to break and sink those shallow souls
That greet the night
And travel light
Through spears of wicked laws

And beards so gray of raven fur
To cover all those bloody lies
That pay no more then dust
And hope to turn in gold;

They do not see the moon is red
When they lay heavy,
Drunk and dead,
On graves of coins;
.............................
The fools.