Voyage to the Empire of the Dead
Part III (In the Empire)

Now it really gets going: Arrived in the empire of the dead, everything is strange. The poor are rich and the rich are poor, wolves are rabbits and rabbits are wolves, salt is sugar and sugar is salt, and zebras are cheering when the lions make love. And all those lies as they exist all over the real world, are not valid here., allegorical being a balance tot he injustice of life. These are really strange and scurrile lyrics embedded in an initially soft music followed by uncompromisingly hard rock.

Salt is sugar and sugar is salt.
Earth is water and water is earth.
Tunes are pictures and pictures are tunes.
Wolves are rabbits and rabbits are wolves.

And the zebras are cheering when the lions make love.

Animals are flowers and flowers are animals.
The chased are the hunters and the hunters are the chased.
The rich are the beggars and the beggars are the rich.
The kids are the adults and the adults are the kids.

And the zebras are cheering when the lions make love.

But toys aren't weapons and weapons aren't toys.
And priests aren't warriors and warriors aren't priests.
The poor aren't victims and the victims aren't the poor.
Homes aren't cages and cages aren't homes.