Lie in the pale summer heat   Find a clock as it ticks   Oh, to never sleep   But the clock ticks so loud   Like the cracking of whips   Till the sun slowly heaves   >From the blood hungry land   To its heaven of blue      Run, through the dust and the stones   Like a stream as it flows   Through the kingdom of peace   But a beast roamed his head   Like the aching of guilt   As it bakes in the heat   As its swollen tongue speaks   Robs the old of their breath      Hang beneath dawns scarlet arch   Where the wind ever moans   Like the slaveship it drifts