The Seventh coil

The maps are burning in the acid rain...
Welcome to the floor show... again.

March of the fools in a barbed-wire crown
Progress is a god that is bleeding brown
We traded the psalms for the cobalt screen
Nailed our own ghosts to a cold machine
Hiroshima waltz, Guernica swing
History’s a serpent that loves to sting
You pray to the flag, I pray to the void
Both of our temples are fully destroyed

The clock strikes twelve in a burnt-out year
The preacher is drunk, the prophet can't hear
My knuckles are raw, my vision is red
I see what you see – but I'm not afraid!

Seven rings of fire, seven circles deep!
(Dig the grave! Dig the grave!)
Where the angels sell their wings for cheap
(Slaves behave! Slaves behave!)
Circle one – the greed, circle two – the lie
Circle three – the cross where the messiahs die!
I'm counting down the coils as the heavens peel
Welcome to the seventh... welcome to the real!

Cannibal kings with a plastic smile
Ripping the womb of the mother isle
They carve their names in the stone of bones
While whispering sweetly in monotones
"Peace for the weak, order for the swine"
But the gallows are crooked, the rope is fine
I laugh at the plague, I spit at the crown
Let the whole fucking circus burn down!

The clock strikes thirteen, the gears are stripped
The heretic grins as the chalice is tipped
My knuckles are bleeding, my throat is sore
But I've been to hell – and I'm asking for more!

Seven rings of fire, seven circles deep!
(Dig the grave! Dig the grave!)
Where the angels sell their wings for cheap
(Slaves behave! Slaves behave!)
Circle four – the steel, circle five – the rust
Circle six – the temple turned to dust!
I'm counting down the coils as the heavens peel
Welcome to the seventh... welcome to the real!

I walked through the marshes of Verdun's rain...
I tasted the sugar of colonial cane...
I saw the divine in a fragment of shell...
And I know this carnival better than well...
There's no god of mercy, no demon of spite...
Just the hook of the riff and the roar of the night...

Seven rings of fire, seven circles deep!
(Dig the grave! Dig the grave!)
Where the angels sell their wings for cheap
(Slaves behave! Slaves behave!)
Circle four – the steel, circle five – the rust
Circle six – the temple turned to dust!
I'm counting down the coils as the heavens peel
Welcome to the seventh... welcome to the real!

The seventh... is not... below...
The seventh... is not... above...
It's the mirror... on the wall...
IT IS THE EYE THAT LEARNS TO LOVE THE FALL!