Across the western world the lights are going down
The gypsy armies of the evening
Have lit their fires across the nether side of town
They will not pa** this way again
So here in the night
Leave your home, it's time for running
Out of the light
I see the hosts of Mohammed coming
The holy sister bars her doors against the East
Her house has stood too long divided
The uninvited guests are breaking up the feast
She may not bid them leave again
So here in the night
Leave your home, it's time for running
Out of the light
I see the hosts of Mohammed coming
I dreamed I stood like this before and I'm sure
The words that I heard then were much the same
It's just an old Greek tragedy they're acting here
Held over by popular acclaim
So here in the night
Leave your home, it's time for running
Out of the light
I see the hosts of Mohammed coming