THE DARK SATANIC MILLS
"And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem built here
Among these Dark Satanic Mills?"
(William Blake 1757-1827)
To destroy is your only goal
Robbing the land of its soul
A glorious polution upon the empire
A conning of progress we don't desire
Done in the name of a messiah God
But what they do is rather odd
And if God is looking down here below
I'm sure that He too does know
There's no productivity
There's no creativity
There's nothing but pain and fear
The dark Satanic mills
They're coming to take our souls away
The dark Satanic mills
Save me, Jesus, to you I pray
**** is opening up its deadly jaws
Satan, he's stirring up the fires
England's green will be his pit
You'll drown in the twisting mires
Can you believe your eyes?
Believe our earthly demise?
Blood is falling from the skies
The dark Satanic mills
They're coming to take our souls away
The dark Satanic mills
We won't live another day
Looking for the promise of Heaven
But I'm finding only ****
The dark Satanic mills
Help me, God, to live again
They're coming to grind me up
They're coming to grind you up
They're coming to grind us up
They're coming to grind us all
Keep on grinding, grinding, grinding
Keep on grinding, grinding, grinding
Keep on grinding, grinding, grinding
Grind on, grind on
Grind on through the night
Grind on through the day
Grind on till morning light
Take my soul away
Keep on grinding, grinding, grinding
Keep on grinding, grinding, grinding
Keep on grinding, grinding, grinding
Grind on, grind on...