THE NEW DEATH

Factories are born, bigger than cathedrals,
Chimneys rise, taller than their spires.
Altars of steel with pulleys and wheels
Heated by sacrificial fires.
This is the new world, this is the bright world,
Wealth without end through industry and speed.
This is our Eden, this is our Canaan,
All that we could ever need.
And I, I am the new death,
Running on lines as sure as a train,
Into the future, into the darkness,
Killing again and again.

Cities spread out, teeming like anthills,
Men become ants, puny and vile.
Terminal cases, identical faces,
With death behind every smile.
These are my subjects, these are my victims,
Far too exhausted even to run.
These are my cattle ripe for the slaughter.
Why be content with just one?
For I, I am the new death,
Trophies of lives, hung on a chain.
Feeding my hunger, feeding the graveyards,
Killing again and again.

(Instrumental, with "Jerusalem"overlaid)

Back-to-back houses and one-room apartments,
Dark lonely alleys adrift in the gloom.
Quick nervous footsteps on rain-sodden cobbles,
Never outpacing their doom.
This is my mission, this is my glory,
Stalking machinelike this vast urban cage.
This is my pleasure, this is my passion,
I am the spirit of the age.
For I, I am the new death,
Unmoved by reason, heedless of pain.
Culling the helpless, culling the worthless,
Killing again and again.
Yes, I, I am the new death,
In this mad world, I must be sane.
Dare not to save me, dare not to judge me.
Watch me as I kill again and again:
Stop me before I kill again!