On a windswept plain with long black hair
A woman sat alone in the freezing air
Amid a turgid horde of 10,000 men
She sang a quiet song as they closed her in
It was then I knew that the world would end
At the violent hands of violent men
On the windswept plain the woman sat alone
And I was filled with fear as she sang a quiet song
And I was not afraid
And the wind did howl as the men drew near
They swung their blades, blood in their beards
She raised one hand and made time stand still
And her eyes they shone for she had come to kill
And I was not afraid
So there she was, covered in blood
With the wreck of death around her
She looked at me, said "Bo, you can be a real fucking downer."
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