The King of Orion brings the Jews
From his belt and his sword
Where are they?
Where are they?
Where are they?
The emeralds shine through the trees
To dance upon the high forest floor
Where are they?
Where are they?
Where are my
little slaves and why are they not in their caves?
Our given such unhappy days are forced on more to change
Their ways are tied into a book of rules
And sent into my prisons goes onto my inventories
And they will come out just like me as well
From these spring gifts of gold,
frankincense and myrrh
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
They all ran off to their dark lord's white sheep
Sure fell off with the clouds at night
Did you ever see anything else in your life as my blind minds?
My blind minds?
The King of William shakes his spear
Writes upon the pages made of bread
Where are the hearts that were trending at my words?
He packs his bag,
mounts the star Follows wherever he is led
And my love to the dark tower he shall go
The King of the desert brings a rainbow made of crystals of the sand
And they will come as slaves of me as well
He strides across the dusty sea A caravan of camels in his hand