Land of the Bloody Unknown
The Middle East Lyrics

There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed
I had received messages that I had not yet read.

When I woke up with you in the morn
When I woke up in the morning next to the person I love.

There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour
There were strange and fierce things happening in the port.

The night my true love was born
The night that the person I love was born.

There’s a minstrel singing of the holy dove
There is someone singing about something symbolic of peace and hope.

On the mountain of old St Jerome
In a specific and historical place named St. Jerome's mountain.

There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk
There is broken material on the ground as I move through a corridor.

When the stars bear down from their throne
When the luminous bodies of the sky are weighing down from their lofty position.

And the old southern cross is shown
When that specific constellation is visible.

And it points down the sad road home
And it seems to guide towards an unhappy journey back.

I heard that your mother took off in the fall
It was rumored that your mother left during autumn.

With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon
Taking her appearance and usual kitchen utensil with her.

I heard you whispering to yourself last night
It was audible that you were speaking quietly alone during the previous night.

She’ll be coming home some day soon
Assuming that she will return soon.

Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt
The drink you consume has left a mark on your clothing.

And just like the sin in my soul
Similar to the negative things within me.

It is never ever ever ever coming out
It is impossible to remove or clean thoroughly.

To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger
Referring to a place where people are engaged in dangerous or deadly activities like hunting.

And the bride washing up on the shore
A newlywed woman stranded unexpectedly on the coast.

I could never really dance that well
My skills in dance are not very impressive.

I can’t raise the flags or ring them bells
I am not capable of performing important ceremonial tasks.

But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home
Although not skilled in other areas, I can defend my home with weaponry.

To the land of the bloody unknown
To a place of uncertainty and violence in an unknown location.

There’s a black dog watching over me in my sleep
A dark or foreboding presence overseeing me while I rest.

And I stir just to toss him the bone
I move, even subconsciously, to offer a reward or satisfy something ominous.

There’s a red moon rising on the hills tonight
The celestial body is visible, perhaps ominously, nearby.

Where the stars bear down from their throne
Where the bright objects in the sky are watching from their royal positions.

And the old southern cross is shown
And the specific constellation is clearly visible in the sky.

And it points down the sad road home
Pointing toward a sorrowful or melancholic path back.