Dirt Poor Robins The Imperishables
We are the stars that never set
The undying north, unfading west
Tremble as we're now manifest
A sight your perceptions will not accept
Oh, we are relief for boundless grief
A thief come in the night
The legends of old you've cast away
Are flying back in your memories
Nothing on Earth hides from our gaze
The wheel of eyes sees everything
Heaven's desire burns like fire
If you hate the light
Look in our eyes, what do you see
Angelic hosts or hellbent napalm teeth?
Are you deceived?
Given an account for what you behold
The lover of men, the one who calls every soul
Every soul
Haa-aah, give account, now
Give account, now
Give account, now
Give account!
Now!
Now!
Now!
(Now!)
[Instrumental prelude to Firebird]
