The Burning and the Flood

Saw 'em coming They passed me by without a glance They kept going They held torches in their hands Blood-soaked blacktop Rain-softened concrete Pave their way As the river turns black Peasants in their fields Witness castles crumbling down And my king and my queen stand weeping on their hill As they watch it all Burn, burn, burn, burn Then blood grows poisonous Don't feel pain, though pain is all I know Like a kid that pawns his own guitar but Keeps his rusty strings With time the river turns blue again Quenches it all away Kid buys his guitar back and Those strings still ring Peasants in the fields Light fires and dance the night away And my king and my queen Minds and hearts set on the new day Remembering how It all burned Burn, burn, burn, burn! It all burned Burn It all burned It all burned! Burn It all burned Burn It all burned...