Holy Moses! Wield the knife! No one can save you…
Alan Abernethy in the background of your conscience.
Let JustVera drag you under… CRUSADE
I am a traveler of the night
I’ll take my sleep by day, while you’re awake I’ll shun the light
I’ve come here to this foreign land
Where crusaders came with God and banner,
sword in hand to claim the sand
A far off place to feed their greed,
A gift for the pleasure of the Papacy
I am the shadow of the light
(Everywhere you can hear the sound
of the rumblin’ Earth as it spins around)
I am the darkness of the dawn
(I’m beside you all night long,
But I dance all day to a different song)
A new day is dawning
But I will be there
In the background of your conscience
Coming to the fore
From the ends of the extreme
And your periphery
I will slowly drag you under
Making you believe
I will slowly drag you under
I will slowly drag you under
I will slowly drag you under
This is the time
This is the place
Coming to a head
For the whole human race
By sowing fear greed and avarice
I’ve made a virtue out of
Every single vice
A new day is dawning
But I will be there
In the background of your conscience
Coming to the fore
From the ends of the extreme
And your periphery
I will slowly drag you under
Making you believe
I will slowly drag you under
Holy Moses!
Wield the knife
No one can save you
They’re all running for their lives!
My day is come
You see me on the news
I pull the strings
I walk in everybody’s shoes
I am your friend
I am your neighbour
I’ll be your lover
Even dress up as your saviour
I am the voice
whisperin’ in your ear
Incite your darkest urge
Of hatred and fear
I am a traveler of the night
I’ll take my sleep by day, while you’re awake I’ll shun the light
I’ve come here to this foreign land
Where crusaders came with God and banner,
sword in hand to claim the sand
A far off place to feed their greed,
A gift for the pleasure of the Papacy
I am the darkness of the dawn
(I’m beside you all night long,
But I dance all day to a different song).
From the ashes of the conflict
A new age will dawn
You’ll be on the front line
A sacrificial pawn
As the age of absolution
Draws to an end
Chaos emerges…
(Lyrics by Alan Abernethy)