Fertile crescent of fire and earth
Traded for knowledge, what was it worth?
Yesterday's desires are stronger today.
We eat our fill but hungry we stay.
Like the hips of the snake emptied
I am of reasons to dance on my lover's like sand
That slips through my fingers without a trace
That something sacred slept in this place

Steep the last steps from nature to man
The altar, the fiddle, and a little girl's dance
She moves through the hills and sings to the night
Of eden and serpents and dizzying heights
Each morning she wakens and knows she won't end
A new creature rises against one that descends

We're on our own again, my friend
The vanguard's been derailed
They'll hang me next to you, my friend
As they follow in our trail
Too late we see the broken heart
Is the seed of the broken state
Remember me in paradise
Tell them I couldn't wait

Four rivers flow past the beaks and the jaws
Anarchy, judgment, mercy, and law
New cities rise upon history's dust
Cultures revolve between wonder and lust
Guillotine blades release peasants and slaves
Peasants turn princes and chain them again
The rivers flow on, they join and they grow
Mixing life and death into all that we know

A future's on its way, my friend
Where hate will be like gills
Gills that cannot breathe, my friend
In sharp air of the hills.
We saw so clear the rights of all
The path was the mistake.
The vanguard is forgiveness
The light for which we ache.