barbarism and religion

no one remains beside the broken door
the palace gutted and the kingdom smashed
we enter now the age of spiv and whore

you wonder who could have given much more
when at the gate the last small army clashed
no one remains beside the broken door

the price of paradise is paid in gore
and through the river many feet have splashed
we enter now the age of spiv and whore

not one is left the magic to adore
and every value long ago was trashed
no one remains beside the broken door

a shadow of the past adorns the floor
where once the greatest would have been abashed
we enter now the age of spiv and whore

there is none left to gaze upon the shore
where the last hope has only now been dashed
no one remains beside the broken door
we enter now the age of spiv and whore