Horses of Mayhem

we were driving and driving, hill over hill
but an axle came off of a wheel
so we came squatting, uniforms frilled
Soldiers of Love, eyes blue and still

And they led us on some strange roads
And they led us astray, as i can see:
Behold a pale bird, eyes like curses
Well, won't you sing me a song, bird, and maybe i'll dance for thee

Sing bird, of the soul, the body and what stands between them
Sing of the bird that don't sing a song
Saddle me, oh Lord, the Horses of Mayhem:
i walked Stairway to Heaven, but the path is too long

but what do i feed'em, when those horses are hungry?
What do i pour'em: for the water they not hoist?
silky manes are scented, waving and curly
Sharp are the hooves, that shoot crimson spurs

and here are all my comrades: wine with no bread,
one brother Sirin, another Savaot
and the third one wanted to walk right up to Heaven--
but shot up and down, and that's all she wrote

oh, the birdie flew out, but didn't get far:
got pecked by a kite, and the doves too
they harnessed and bridled for me
Horses of Mayhem--
and those horse carried me further from You

and we shot for the gold, but the colors wore thin
all the aces are ashes, no matter what you say
father mine Sergius, light of Seraphim
stars in the Sky, and snow on the way