Angelus Novus

An army charges upon the land

To the sound of retreat

This is bigger than us

A stronger wind is blowing

Blowing from Paradise

Into the world to come

Progress is its name

Death nods his head

First the dead

Then the living

Call their names

Like a legion

Their steps are retreating

Out of the earth and the sea

Back to the beginning of time

An endless beach

Where a table has been set for one

With salt and water

Lay down the kid

And turn around and leave

First the dead

Then the living

Call their names

Like a legion