Michael Moorcock


Hawkwind
Choose Your Masques
1982


Choose Your Masques

( [Moorcock] - Steele - D. Brok)

They've handed out the weapons
And your armour's ready too
But the most important item
Has been left up to you
You must make a firm decision
And once it's made you'll find
That the role that you have chosen
Will entirely fill your mind

For the mask you have selected
Stands for Chaos or for Law
And you cannot take it off now
'til you're no longer in the War
And the Masks of War are grinning
And from under them you howl
Out the slogans of the part you play
for the battle's starting now

Choose your Masks
The ranks are forming
Choose your Masks
The day is dawning
Choose your Masks
And choose the side that you'll be on
And learn the words of your new song
For the journey will be long.....

Over poisened crystal deserts
Where the ruined towers shout
In our mirrored flashing armour
In our secret hideous helms
Death to life! Death to air !
And death to fire ! Death to death !
Death to anger ! Death to light
and death to sadness !
On dead horses our dead riders
Seek the last retreats of life

On dead horses our dead riders
Seek the last retreats of life