Was a Long and Dark December
When the Banks Became Cathedrals
And a Fox Became God.
Priests Clutched Onto Bibles
Hollowed out to Fit their Rifles
And a Cross Held Aloft.
Bury me in Armour
When I'm Dead and Hit The Ground
My Nerves are Poles That Unfroze.
And if you Love me, Won't you Let me Know?