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? 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...