A stranger came from a forgotten land
He wore golden hair, carried gold in hand.
With a sweet and lashing tongue that spoke aloud
The stranger he stood there tall and proud.
The stranger he tells us right from wrong
He masks untruth with his golden song.
And the stranger he carries gold in hand
Promises it freely to each and every man.
The stranger he removes the weak from the strong
Protects us from those who mean us wrong
Cut them off from the sea, off from the shore!
The stranger he guards us more and more.
And then the gold pours, thick like blood.
The stranger he slowly removes his hood.
We see his horns and we see his claws,
But it matters not, because he aids our cause.
The river runs deep, red and dark.
The stranger’s teeth, sharp like a shark.
He consumed them all, and we were glad.
But his eyes turn on us, hungry and mad.
The stranger he feasts on the fervor we fed him,
The lies and the fear and the hate that we let in.
Once he’s done with the others, none left to challenge his rule,
His jaws close on his loyal followers, the blind land of fools.