I cut myself upon shards of stained glass The blood drips on the sacred scriptures I carve into my flesh the sign of the seventh son Past of bloody rituals, future without redemption Papyrus riddled...
From the steamin Mekong delta To the shores of Tonkin bay Bombs of yellied gasoline Is making night as bright as day And the mogul's hard tank masters Adore their new grenades And the D.A.D. find...