The Blank Flag of the Europe E

The blank flag of Europe, deserted beasts of the Sky. Like broken wind, like broken hope, Last hope of humankind. She was a maid, she was a queen, Her skin was soft and warm. Now thick and hardened through her veins grow steel And streaming worms. So kiss her hand and say farewell, So ride on fear and lust. And hide yourself in granite shells, In castles built of dust. The blank flag of Europe, the sign of a Funeral feast. What was a man? The hanging rope between the god and beast. Now God is dead and man is gone, And all that left do moan. The Colosseum senile bounds, the old skull of Saint Paul. And all that left to play the role, To beg for bread and fun. So many ways to enter Rome, the only one To run. The blank flag of Europe, the map of the Conqueror's mind. Like shattered wreckage, empty cope, New hopes and mongrel sprite. Now watch will end where freedom's born, Enslaved in leisure gloss. The lion and the unicorn engaged by their Cuffs. I smell the smoke and feel the pain, The flame inside my breast. From Russian plains to mounds of Spain lies Wasteland all the west.