Bless the hearts of Rhalic, Bless the hearts of Rhalic, Bless the hearts of Rhalic. The hearts of Rhalic do frolic in the wavy August moon, Glimfaced on aging Vespers they do ride. I see a dubious utopia, both sacred and profane, Have we found this monstrous future far too soon? A flesh of youth runs through their veins, To reach the hearts that still remain. A fox's tail, a flesh of Rome, The class of sixties coming home. This place that we inhabit is bewildering indeed, The gods we've made created our demise. Mansard and the whole famine has all in its demon form, Earth's giving and destruction's on the horn. A flesh of youth runs through their veins, To reach the hearts that still remain. A fox's tail, a flesh of Rome, The class of sixties coming home. The hearts of Rhalic do frolic in the wavy August moon, Glimfaced on aging Vespers they do ride. I see a dubious utopia, both sacred and profane, Have we found this monstrous future far too soon?