Burning Village - Mountain Witch

The troops were tired, it began to snow

Beyond sundown their horses became slow

What, from the distance, appeared to be a campfire

Was a ransacked village slowly burning down

From out of nowhere

In the middle of the night

Butchered, not a single soul left alive

See a man come of his high horse, see him shake

The generals slowest steepest descent towards hell

Glowing sacrifices on the altars of hate

The broken wombs the severed heads of man and mice

He recognizes his place of birth

What we do it is not right!

As they were shouting: don’t go inside

The flying saucer spreads its light

Wolfs spring from the undergrowth

Snakes crawl from the pitchers

Of bitten throats and poisoned wells

Of warlords and their witchers

A trick of cards

A bruised knee

Amidst the graves

Below the olive tree

The world at war

The mind at peace

A small device

With games and imagery

I’m not going to tell

Cause they will take me elsewhere