West Winds Lyrics

Like a secret from the book of the dead
From the borderlands a mariner
He's sailing with the westerly winds
Followed by the hunting dogs of war

And puppets tumble in the clouds
As he approaches with a shrieking sound
With lethal goods, grey and bearded
With the rain he's coming, can't you hear him?

When he's beating with windmill's wings
Looking through eyes of glass and steel
For his name is "Enola Gay"
And his voice is like a prayer

Early morning, the city's asleep
The air raid rumbles from the deep
It's not the light of illumination
This is the light of ignorance