Red Woman

Who'll be parallel?

But who's next to rebel?

Who's going to lead them on?

He who leads with his Heart?

If there's a heart left, then it'll surely bleed.

For a horde of six men died in His Spirit, He's struck a blow

in the phosphor of the valley's sun.

Beyond that? Nobody knows.

I think they'll give up. God wins - go home.

Like they ever had a fucking chance. Right. Pathetic.

Who'll be parallel?

But who's next to rebel?

Who's going to lead them on?

He who leads with his Heart?

There'll be a heart left in every child to bleed his Honor.

Complex tribulations of rivarly passionately left behind wither down the way, sides to sides.
Loving each kiss into revolutionary moonlight bite; the bitch'll push him on.

No heart is left to bleed it, it's back home yearning irregularly beating Her spirit to His return.

Beautiful broad,

stripped down in His bed.

Beautiful broad,

strap her down to His bed.

Pulsing red woman on fire in His heart.

Who'll be parallel?

But who's next to rebel?

Who's going to lead them on?

He whose heart is still beating?

If she's left him a heart then it's certainly bled for Her.

She'll left him His heart for every piece of his Hordes.

Like their Gods ever gave a damn. 
Beyond that? Nobody knows.