Arm Yourselves And Run

Written up high on a Belgrade wall in 1991 I saw the words of a prophet in a ten-foot scrawl Arm yourselves and run Now the streets are quiet for the closing deals And the Fimbulwinter days to come And the beats all sound like the hammering of steel Arm yourselves and run You can watch revolutionaries/jihadists come You can watch them fall Year zero for another age as another age is born Each fire must rise and rage Until it burns itself to ashes in the dawn In the cold smouldering dawn So I remember the words on a Belgrade wall from 1991 Some backstreet prophet in a ten-foot scrawl Arm yourselves and run