Conquistadoers

At dawn he rides, the fleet sets sail, the tanks will roll, when Mars screams
 Across the world, our children wake, abandoned offspring, writhing there
 Choked by the hidden hand of God
 The swansong is on his lips, an albatross hangs from his red neck
 The doves are dead, the hawks are free, to propagate the burdens of empire
 What eyes have seen the world
 From well-worn knees
 Where corpses lay at soldier's feet
 Conquistadores-God Speed!
 The Prophet and the angel
 Inside his oval lair
 She whispers to his empty head
 "Conquistador... war is peace"
 As infidels in Eden's garden... we'll tear out the serpent's eyes
 "A class filth infested, the heathen of the Holy Land
 We'll trample, stomp, and segregate them
 Their God is dead-infected, they're rats within our shrines
 Conquistador... why would I die?"
 Have another drink of wine
 Toast it to the terrorist
 You're brother in each other's arms
 Doppelgangers in distress
 The clash of the fools, he arrives
 Blinded and faith-martyred
 Cleansed and reborn
 As the suicide crusader with the passion of Christ armed
 In the shadow of the crescent moon
 The crucifix shines in its petrol graveyard
 In what God's name shall they rule?
 The Cowboy and Caliphate in love with each other.