The Code
Chosen one
After the fourth crusade all christian piety is gone
And the greatest commander against the muslim turks you have now become
Kaziklu Bey - Stormbinger of fright
Now show the world your might
Impale your every foe with delight
And let the frail decend into eternal night
Gather your armies for the decisive fight
Your elite state is now in sight
Storming in fury with ten thousand men
To teach the muslims a lesson again
In the port of Giurgiu their ambush will fail
To Wallachia in chains the turks now grow pale
With pole
Strange Times In Casablanca
Strange times in Casablanca when people pull down their shades
And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why
We were to blame
Blame comes remorselessly transfixed
Like the sound of slamming doors
And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors
Like companions have pets they sleep in each other's mattresses
Like maggots in despair
And bleed in each other's nests and make a mess of each other's snares
Strange times in Casablanca
Strange times
They make some striking couples
They make some frustration of the call
And only those who are satisfied by friendship would even pay
Attention to it all
It comes like mail or telegrams
It comes expectant as a widow in heat as a widow in the searing heat
And that contentment of depression that delivers most of the time
But cannot help the styling of the horns in the shape of gargoyle
Broken prints savage fingers
Undertaken catamaran
Strange times in Casablanca
We've turned our back on it once before
And we can hear from across the waters what damage it will cause us
And you can smash once more
And they can smash once more
But I don't think anybody wants to smash anymore