Killing

It was summer when they finally came the law of force

And line upon line of machine upon machine back into the greenwood

Closer to the heart of things we go -beneath the wires stretched against the sky

Spitting out in desperation -stop the killing

The wind blows down from St George's Hill through to Stanworth Woods

And to the East on this grey and pallid dawn the lights from the rigs

Blinking out across the poisoned sea

A little group of ships floating out to meet the coming storm

Sailing on in desperation -stop the killing

Raised and bound upon the land and the everlasting whispers in diamond

Through the trees in the breath of Eden

Innocent still the faith we hold -our time will come

That which walks the corridors of power is a virus that mutates

Immune to all resistance and every turn of history

And all that's left for us is marking crosses upon doors

And scrawling in the golden sand before each tide comes rolling in

Screaming out in desperation -stop the killing

Holding on and out forever