Chariots of the Gods O Black King is Killed
The King of Hearts in the crosshair’s way
His lady carried his body to lay
The Black King was killed
The Country ablaze
The Chariots of the Gods
Entered the fray
They shattered the ceiling
And shook all the hay
Crossed the divide by night and by day.
Osiris now dead. Later Horus done away
His Chariot down and no one can say
Then Gog and Magog melt or shatter to dust
So nobody minds now if the war is unjust
Treasures are looted, blind daggers are thrust
Our chain is unbroken and drags on the muster
Of mothers and sons who'll pick-up the costs
Of running machines on the blood of our host
While a sun burns inside her, old mother looks grim
What to suppose of her sun within?
The day is at hand and we’re rooting for him
He’s already landed; the back way slipped in.
So the chariots of fire will soon begin
to ferry us back to the old times when,
the temple girls weren’t ascending.
The chariots of fire were tending to inspire
The whole holy host from the lowest to the higher
Give me a dose, sittin' by the fire and hear what
the women are playing.