A two-voiced parable from the river's edge. Men come to claim her; she opens her mouth and answers in flame. A meditation on lust, possession, and the cost of seeing beauty as a thing to be won.
The beautiful... And the wicked. Listen close.
She stood in the center, the river her mentor
The water flowing past her, a beautiful disaster
Her hair cascading, the silhouette shading
Like dry wind pervading, the desert heat fading
Her eyes were the danger, the look of a stranger
Shining like a blue moon, a mystical tune
On a clear night devoid of the stars
Healing the scars, but behind lay the bars
Her lips fresh and succulent, truly opulent
Like a cactus plant standing firm in the sediment
In the midst of the parchment, a royal department
Her skin smooth like the stone, Australian tone
In the time of the summer, she sat on the throne
Her body was a scripture for all to see
A visual mixture of who they wanna be
And all who saw her, adored her aura
Men from the borders, ignoring the orders
They brought gifts to present, a king and a peasant
Each wanted to claim her, to tame and to name her
Not deep in the love, but the lust in the vein
Not looking above, but stuck in the game
But the hearts of perversion could wait no more
They banged on the gate and they broke down the door
They asked for a choice, silence in the hall...
She breathed out fire and killed them all
She breathed out fire and killed them all
(Ashes to ashes)
She breathed out fire and killed them all
(The beautiful and the wicked)
She breathed out fire and killed them all
Your filthy voices boomed, the illusion was doomed
"Choose one among us," the arrogance bloomed
Harvesting the crop 'til the body finally drop
You stood and you watched in a daze, in a maze
Each man expecting his name in the phrase
Anticipating glory, ending the story
Unaware that the ending was bound to be gory
I opened my mouth, for the first time I spoke
No words came out, just the flame and the smoke
But the hearts of perversion could wait no more
They banged on the gate and they broke down the door
You asked for a choice, silence in the hall
I breathe out fire and kill them all
I breathe out fire and kill them all
(Burn them down, burn them down)
I breathe out fire and kill them all
(No mercy for the wicked)
I breathe out fire and kill them all
The river is flowing, the fire is growing
The wind is blowing, the true colors showing
You cannot possess what you do not understand
You cannot just grab with a greedy man's hand
She wasn't a prize for the shelf or the wall
She was the rise and the cause of the fall
Now the river is quiet, no sound of a riot
The lust was the hunger, the fire was the diet
Ashes float on the stream, like a terrible dream
The goddess remains, reigning supreme
So listen my brother, respect every other
Don't let the conji make you lose your cover
Because beauty can bite, in the dead of the night
When the blue moon is shining so terrible bright
She breathed out fire... And killed them all.
The beautiful... and the wicked.