Bible Of The Devil The Elusive Miracle
After torturous miles
En route to the sea
But a fraction remained
His command that would heed
At the port of Marseilles
They were welcomed with glee
Where once warriors departed
At Lionheart's lead
With a similar fate
Met by the parallel throng
Who, too had marched to the shore
Just to find they were wrong
At the port of Brindisi
They were promptly enslaved
In Roman enemies' footsteps
That Spartacus paved
They marched these shores at his word
Entreating the sea but not heard
The Elusive Miracle spurned
With only one choice that is sane
Retreat to your homes in shame
Let the folly of youth reclaim you
Now that we've found our quest defeated
Where shall we go from here?
Clearly the sea will not be parting
And passion gives way to fear
It's hundred of miles back to my kinfolk
And pastures I've known for years
Youth leaves me ripe for exploitation
By savages known and feared
Now that we've found our quest defeated
What is our purpose here?
They've put them to shame with pure devotion
But the folly of youth is clear
