The war is passed, now she tells him again
It's too close to hand 
The books, the tales you see 
Feel pain, feel pain 
Look the sun out of the golden doors 
Caroline walks down the steps 
So feel the pain, feel the pain 
The heathen, the heathen 
Like the heathen 
From the [bad word] children of the cron 
An insect under the Golden Dawn 
So feel the pain, so feel pain 
Like the heathen 
God, look out for the heathen

One more nightmare calling 
Across his farthest fields 
The night skies are dawning 
Take as much as she will

 [bad word] down

There's a girl in a green dress 
She's got eyes like fire and lips so tame 
She's haunted by the girl 
Who's crying in the red dress  [bad word] for her life 
In this dying age, dying age 
This dying age 
This dying age