Musicians

No more of us no more of us
masked riders in the gipsy wind
living sculpture with sober mouths
empty brigands of affection
lookers upon illusory worlds
No more of us no more of us
repentent heroes from beyond
minutes strollers through epic scenes
figures above obscure oceans
cavalier whorers after change
No more of us no more of us
past hirelings to warring despots
sinful eyes in peasant chapels
careless looters of female towns
tongueless heralds of disaster
We seek no pardon but your blessing