Thunder and herbs Conjugated sacred verbs Musicians with gongs Fertilised an egg with song Asleep in the sphere Her foetus was a knot of fear She butted with her horn Split an egg and war was born A miracle of hate She banged her spoon against her plate
Upon her spoon this motto Wonderfully designed: 'Violence completes the partial mind.'
Tell of the birth Tell how war appeared on earth Musicians with gongs Fertilised an egg with song She butted with her horn Split an egg and war was born
Stacking the bones On the empty aerodrome Tinted turtle green Haunts the slender submarine She shakes her gory locks Over the deserted docks
Come follow me Out of dark obscurity Follow my torch Pilgrims at the double march Through meadows and seas Abattoirs and libraries The pilgrims increase Boasting they are led by peace They gut huts with gusto Pillage villages with verve War does what she has to People get what they deserve
Upon her spoon this motto Wonderfully designed: 'Violence completes the partial mind.'