Morgan (UK) - War Games lyrics

I looked, and could not see my hand Held up before my eyes. The clouds of war were gathering Across the shrouded skies. The Barons and the Princes And the Ace in armoured fist, Hold up the crumbling prison Of the Truth which they resist. The willing flame of apathy Is fanned in many homes; The independent voices Speak in harmonising tones. When you can feed the fortunes Of a man you've never seen, The time has come to beat Your ploughs into a War Machine. Tonight We ride on Bethlehem, To where our troubles began. Two thousand years we'll blow away; God send the prophet again. Tonight We ride, on Bethlehem, The only man who might have helped Suffered, and we watched Him die. I've noticed lately that the news Is unbelievable. The whole illusion they prepare Is working rather well. The people must be kept amused; If they should ever rise Our precious empire will Dissolve before our very eyes. Tonight We ride on Bethlehem, To where our troubles began. Two thousand years we'll blow away; God send the prophet again Tonight We ride, on Bethlehem, To where We first turned aside The only man who might have helped Suffered, and we watched Him die. God send the prophet again.