Grim Skunk Bach In The Moors Of Mars
The soldiers stand in calm and silence Grimly dread the coming violence Clutching to their spears Sweating through their gear The pale one leads them on the field In chain-mail armor, sword and shield He wears the crimson band And chaos guides his hand The flag is raised the drums start pounding The horns and battle cries are sounding A thousand scream in tune And ride off to their doom Sometimes I feel like I try too hard Sometimes I steal things I want too bad Sometimes my honor is so misled Sometimes the devil's inside my head You got me rockin' now, you say you wanna go far I got an interstellar overdrive in my car Inside of it we'll fly, Lord, we'll be getting high We're gonna take off right into that blue sky We'll travel to the stars, destination Mars You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of... You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of Mars