When you're really tired
Of hanging at discos
And you feel you should have
To blow up the bars
When you feel the system
Is evil and viscous
You can't take a space-craft
And ride to the stars

When pole-axe's forgotten
To Saint George's Night fire
Your spirit finds hidden
Dimensions of Earth
Your worldview alight from
Concealment in ire
It's fork on the road here
And it's your rebirth

You can get to the fighters of night
In red evening light