An American Prayer Letra

Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?

Have you been borne yet and are you alive?



Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages.

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests.

[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?]



We need great golden copulations.



The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

And our mother is dead in the sea.



Do you know we are being led to

Slaughters by placid admirals,

And that fat slow generals are getting

Obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by TV?



The moon is a dry blood beast.

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers

In the next block of green vine,

Amassing for warfare on innocent

Herdsman who are just dying.



O great creator of being,

Grant us one more hour to perform our art

And perfect our lives.



The moths and atheists

Are doubly divine and dying.



We live, we die

And death not ends it.



Journey we more into the Nightmare.

Cling to life, our passion'd flower,

Cling to cunts and cocks of despair.

We got our final vision by clap.

Columbus' groin got

Filled with green death.



(I touched her thigh and death smiled.)



We have assembled inside this

Ancient and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.



The barns are stormed,

The windows kept,

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

With the divine mockery of words.

Music inflames temperament.



(When the true King's murderers

Are allowed to roam free,

A thousand Magicians arise in the land.)



Where are the feasts we were promised?

Where is the wine,

The New Wine.

(Dying on the vine.)