Ziggurat

Sleep in the cold my dear sons
And work in the hellish days
One of these years I will be gone
But the tower will live forever
Ziggurat, ziggurat, ziggurat all mine
Say with love how your life is a worthless dream
Bow your heads, little sons, and submit to me With feet in the air I swallow wine
And let myself unwind
I pass the hours in a foggy dream
My life’s a mighty river
Ziggurat, ziggurat, ziggurat all mine
Say with love how your life is a worthless dream
Bow your heads, little sons, and submit to me Pull the ropes and push the stones
Hear the crack of breaking bones
How I love the sound
I command to not defy
I control the endless sky
And the flame inside the sun
Ziggurat