At dawn he rides, the fleet sets sail, the tanks will roll, when Mars screams,nAcross the world, our children wake, abandoned offspring, writhing there,nChoked by the hidden hand of God,nThe swansong is on his lips, an albatross hangs from his red neck,nThe doves are dead, the hawks are free, to propagate the burdens of empire,nWhat eyes have seen the world,nFrom well-worn knees,nWhere corpses lay at soldier's feet,nConquistadors - God Speed!nThe Prophet and the angel,nInside his oval lair,nShe whispers to his empty head,nConquistador... war is peace,nAs infidels in Eden's garden... we'll tear out the serpent's eyes,nA class filth infested, the heathen of the Holy Land -nWe'll trample, stomp, and segregate themnTheir God is dead-infected, they're rats within our shrines -nConquistador... why would I lie?nHave another drink of wine,nToast it to the terrorist,nYou're brothers in each other's arms,nDoppelganger's in distress,nThe clash of the fools, he arrives,nBlinded and faith-martyred,nCleansed and reborn,nAs the suicide crusader with the passion of Christ armed,nIn the shadow of the crescent moon,nThe crucifix shines in its petrol graveyard,nIn what God's name shall they rule?n...the Cowboy and Caliphate, in love with each other.