Field of Heads

Vast sights, stakes piercing Mother Earth
In the kingdom of «Sin» they lived
Now shunned away, staked and left
As they fought the battles of the psyche
Like so many years ago
They now feed lions to the Christians
For what purpose? One might ask
The purification of the soul?
And everlasting life, so heavenly?
They cannot see, what lies beneath
Right or left, eyes shut, open wide
As they walk the path they most despise
Killing, rejecting
They now feed lions to the Christians
For what purpose? One might ask
In a crusade against individuality
Who can decide, what is right?
Weather to despise the sun or moon, or neither
As both have massive powers, untamed
But still I walk the vast planes
And all my eyes see
And all my eyes see
Are the fields of the heads, staked
They now feed lions to the Christians
For what purpose? One might ask