They watch from swinging gallows 
And rotting trees 
The corpses of a thousand good men 
All hanging like leaves 
Drinking blood from the skulls of dead men 
They march in double time 
They move like locusts on land 
Their prey is human kind 
Flies to a carcass 
Like men to a god 
I'm writing my name 
In blood on the wall 
Until [bad word] down upton them 
As though you were the plague 
And drive them into the sea.