Comecon - Imploder Lyrics
From the pikes of the Inkas,from the abysses of PamirFrom the Alps of the Old world,some things are clear, some things are notIn the high mountain air I feel bright when I ain'tI see a throned spirit and 24 elderly saintsI feel beyond morals like Frederick,the moustached whipperI dream of a heavenly vessel,where god would be the skipperBut I'm scared for it darkens, I sense powers come alooseAnd I'm lost, I'm of no use, like a coin without a flipperFrom here I can see all the good of the worldAll the bad of the world, anything of the worldI see seals go abroke, I hear hooves across the skiesI see a black horse, a red one, I see scourge and demiseBut what I thought was withoutis now gathering withinIt's floating on inwards as the chaos beginsAnd when I'm swallowed by turmoil,outside new life sproutsThe sun's coming back - I fade and go out