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...
