Four men sing
Over a three-eyed skeleton
In harmony
That turns bone to gelatin
Armies line
Up information
Allies scheme
To save their own skin
I saw my future in your face before you died
Now I am hunted for my loyalty
I misjudged
On your arrival
Now I run
For my survival
I look out
For six-legged horses
As I'm pushed
By familiar forces
I surrender to you all dressed up in blue
Knowing what lies ahead
There are many secrets
There are no mysteries