Across the western world 
The fights are going down 
The gypsy armies of the evening 
Have lit their fires across 
The nether side of town 
They will not pass this way again 
So here in the night 
Leave your home it's time for running 
Out of the light 

I see the hosts of Mohammed coming 
The Holy Sister bars her doors against the East 
Her house has stood too long divided 
The uninvited guests are breaking up the feast 
She may not bid them leave again 
So here in the night 
Leave your home it's time for running 
Out of the light
I see the hosts of Mohammed coming 

I dreamed I stood like this before 
And I'm sure the words that I heard then 
Were much the same 
It's just an old Greek tragedy they're acting here 
Held over by popular acclaim 
So here in the night 
Leave your home it's time for running 
Out of the light 
I see the hosts of Mohammed coming