Fertilise the garden of the lights
And water these seeds of light
the earth is warm, and ready for the taking
So shed your clothes
And dance around the pole
Raise these children on pesticides
To keep the worms at bay
and the earth is moist and glistening
So shed your clothes
And dance around the pole
It�s may
And In the fields the bodies have been burning
Since yesterday
And I hope that soon mine will turn
Now my soul is pure
Lock me up in dreams?
And the gods will be appeased, tonight
And shed my skin
The vessels we live in, are dead
And in the fields my body is burning
Away from here
and I hope my dear
That in the fields my body is still yearning
For yesteryear
So shed your skin
My ashes on the wind
Are dust