The Agfers of Kodack

Nest in a bird, an enemy flew in.
Fashion a life out of audio ruin.
Farmers of God, is it good what you're doing?
Chanting a curse, whilst religiously chewing.

Is it time to repair? Is it time for unlocking?
To the shrine of the nomads, the pilgrims are flocking;
Tracing a b-line, to witness a flogging.
A slayer of giants, in the finest of stockings;
Tracing a b-line, to witness a flogging.
A slayer of giants, in the finest of stockings.

Hearing the cheering of mothers and daughters,
There's change in the air, and a shortage of water.
A bounty is posted, conditions: no quarter.
Don't bargain with fish, which are still in the water.

A love of the camera; a stomach for slaughter.
Fresh from the front: our favourite reporter.
The risks are increasing, she'd hang if they caught her.
The odds on survival grow shorter and shorter...

Is it time to repair? Is it time for unlocking?
To the shrine of the nomads, the pilgrims are flocking;
Tracing a b-line, to witness a flogging.
A slayer of giants, in the finest of stockings.