Alexander
For Riccardo...
Death falls over your grave and the birds sing
The ballad of angels on the battlefield
Death falls over your grave soil falls in
Marked by embroidered sword
The frowning face of history
Marked by the deeds of war
Alexander and history is no more
Beneath my fingertips ancient earth lies
A thousand years becomes just you and I
In one moment under the sun
I will break up earth, his grave will be undone
Through the soils and the clay
The Ancient world will become today
Millennial processions of royal embers
Blowing out as the moon draws closer
Embers blowing out into the winds of forever
Scattered through time, ravaged by weather
The gods remain seated, now or never
We sit too and turn the earth, breaking her
Alexander, what man may have lived
That the name of King unto you we give
Strong indeed, the black pagan steed
Crossing countries like mine, into the wild
Into the heart of time
So we study your steps
And mark your grave, upon the world
Resting beneath waves, I would prefer
So we may never find again
Your treasure and your bane
Be with the mountains, be with the sea
You were man, neither god nor beast
Depart from the minds of men,
They dream of now being as it were back then
It cannot be, and never shall
All we have is the earth
And all we have is a man hidden in the soil
Dead kings are hard to find.
