Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the places you never dare to walk
You never saw the silent battle zones
Beneath your towers and beyond your gardens
Was born a walker
Into this world I walk
And what's to miss about the old ball-and-chain
Imaginary top-of-the-foodchain-ways
I've found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine
I've found more life by a burning barrel
Was born a walker
Into this world I stalk
Run now, my friend
If you think you are free
Duck my friend, and cover
If you think you are safe
Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the thoughts you never dared to think
From all the choices you'll never dare to make
Just a postcard from groundlevel and below