Peacemakers call for more again to pick the pieces off the floor again
Newspapers count the score again at each reprisal and as every wreath we lay
Gives comfort to our enemies
Advise us on our strategies

So aviation gas refill again to take the hunters to the hill again
Beyond the dark satanic mill again to build our Mission in a green and pleasant land
Deceptive in tranquillity
And silent in hostility
That will bind us to your history

But east of Eden lies an island slumbering under reprieve
That by the years of bitterness and violence worn down to a dull resentment sleeps
As intermittent through the twilight where some ungovernable still
Are running guns across the border
Comes the mutter of the ghosts as they march through the shadows in the valley by the mill

There’s a message on your Facebook wall invitation to another ball
Cards presented and a carriage called from the Duke of Wellington and all the House of lords
To conjoin in revelry
With discretion and propriety

Late arrival at the channel port speed restriction in the corridor
Brief encounters ‘til the curtain falls Baader-Meinhof in the jugend zentrum hall
Unsmiling through the cabaret
Unmindful of our levity
Remind us of our legacy

But the dead that we sent back home and the devils we sent to the fires below
Are all that we have to atone
For the sins of our fathers we sought to make sins of our own