Black Rooks

All that it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.
All that it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do too much.
All that it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do too little.
All that it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do evil.
Evil will triumph.
Evil will triumph.
Evil will triumph.
And we'll all be eaten away by black rooks.

Spoils will be enjoyed.
Blood will be shed.
And we'll all be allowed to let out all those beasts
that we've kept locked away in our heads.
Symbols and heroes are all very well,
but when there's a gun to your brow
you'll moan and offer your soul up to sell.

I mean, after all - what do we have to look forward to?

Scrabble in the filth, with it up to your elbows.
Scrub it away with some convenient lies.
Where does good go when evil wings flutter?
In a mouth that can't speak, in a pair of dark eyes.

All that it takes for good to triumph is for evil men to do nothing.
All that it takes for good to triumph is for good men to do enough.

Is this enough?
Will it ever end?
I've got no more self to send,
and we'll all be eaten away by black rooks.