"The furies are at home in the mirror, it is their address. Even the clearest water if deep enough can drown"      Hatred made a final stand   He felt some strength he made some plans   He looked at love the battle lost   Like the charge of the light brigade   Or a bitter twisted Thatcherite      This is my last crusade   No one is listening anyway   Speak in tongues and language lost   I found alchemy and I found trust      The grass has covered all the scars   A last crusade a last hurrah   From the bottom of your heart   You've had you say you've played your part   If only hate were generous   And not this mass of emptiness      This is my last crusade   To rid this land of hipocrisey   To lay down bare the miserable truth   Of vanity and greed inside you      This is my last crusade   The greatest thing I ever said   But crusades are doomed to fail   Leaving me all alone again