The last reel of the film The final scene of the dream Inside the cinema (of the blind) The audience are twisting and screaming Racing out over the plain As the sun goes down Horseflesh, seating and streaming The ground is beaten by hooves Astride their horses they come In their hands firebrands Fearmongers writing the score Warmongers prophets for war
Who is this Klan that rides Without their masks? Who is this Klan that rides Each of a different race? Who is this Klan? Who are they, and why these munitions?
For this no edit was made The producer has left us alone Trapped here in the stalls Only the soundtrack is heard "Munitions", the word on their lips As they flash past the screen The voices are growing louder Till the projection room becomes the Plain Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
