Lament For The Last Days – Bruce CockburnBy The crescent moon is rising slowSwiftly blades in ice do growOn the branches star-bleached snowWaits while time is passingOutside the door the dancer whirlsChiming bells and shining curlsFlying footsteps in the snowRhyme the rhythm of ruinBeside the wall the beggars call“Man have mercy on us all”The night-bound choir inside chants onA hymn to brick and pistolsYou can stumble, you can fallOr you can make the nations crawlBut when death comes in to callHe don’t care about itOh, Satan take thy cup awayFor I’ll not drink your wine todayI’ll reach for the chalice of lightThat stands on Jesus’ table www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20