Tracks

01. All Hail
02. We Came To Conquer
03. Wage Slave
04. In The End, Devastation
05. Fan Massacre
06. Agnosticism
07. Combat Mosh
08. Axe Cop
09. Agents Of Steel
10. Lich King IV (Born Of The Bomb)



01. All Hail

Music & lyrics by Lich King
[Instrumental]


02. We Came To Conquer

Hey guess what, bitch, we're back
Let's get down to business
Beard, short hair, and I'm fat
Yet I'm killing this shit
Patch your vest, grow your hair
It won't make a difference
You're an ass if you care
that we look like this

But if you feel it
Get up and bang
No frills, no costumes,
no ads in Kerrang
Get in formation
Join the throng

We came to conquer
We came to conquer

Labels don't give a damn
We're not using keyboards
Eye makeup on all their bands
Opportunist whores
Cashing in on a trend
Play safe to the middle
Are we sour, in the end?
Yeah maybe a little

But if you feel it
You're frustrated too
Riffs are what matter
You know it if you're true
Hairstyles and cellos
How dare you

We came to conquer (all of you)
We came to conquer

Rob!

Hey, Gama Bomb
You didn't write this riff
so hey, Warbringer
Eat our Lich King dicks
Hey, Havok
We just put you to shame
and hey, everyone,
if you're not us you're lame

Cause we've got the fire
And we've got the force
The Waste was a starter,
But we're the main course
Maybe other bands play
and maybe Manowar kills
But none of that shit matters
Lich King rules

We came to conquer
We came to conquer
Conquer them


03. Wage Slave

Working class scum of the world consume
And commute and imbibe and repeat
Living upon borrowed money and land that
Is owned by the hidden elite

Hope is manufactured between the commercials
And is taken to heart in the child
Credit line kicks in to sustain aspirations,
And another slave is thrown on the pile

You labor
Tread water
Fed grain and
Then slaughtered

Economic system is a cage in pastels
Orchestrated to keep you in debt
Entertainment serves as a neon distraction
Just so you forget

A life spent eagerly paying the price
But never acknowledging the cost

Don't bother asking when we start to fight back
The battle is over, we've already lost

You are a wage slave
I am a wage slave
We're all wage slaves
We're all wage slaves


04. In The End, Devastation

Mesozoic era, age of reptiles
Permian period, mammals live in exile

All at once there's a fire in the sky
A wave of pure destruction in a sudden flash of light
Cretaceous--Tertiary extinction event
And everything is once more set to rights

Order is built on unnatural law
An attempt to keep chaos at bay
But you only can postpone things from falling apart
In due time everything goes away

There's no hope
No salvation
In the end, devastation
Cosmic fate
A sad equation
In the end, devastation
Only
Ever
In the end, we die

Roman empire crumbled into ash and dust
That considered, what do you think will come of us?

Time goes on and the cracks are evident
Putting out the fires, an attempt to circumvent
Fiscal, social or tectonic collapse
There is no avoiding the descent

There's no hope for our nation
In the end, devastation
Gradual, the
Degradation
In the end, devastation
Only
Ever
Chaos

Atrophy
Entropy
Naturally
We all die
We all die
We all shall die

There's no hope
No cessation
In the end, devastation
Universal
Condemnation
In the end, devastation
Only
Ever
All
In the end, we die


05. Fan Massacre

"When's the new album coming out?"
"When you gonna come to my town?"
"You should make 'Deathcore Sucks'!"
"You should make 'Emo Sucks'!"

We have had enough of all your shit and we're fed up
We've decided to have the lot of your worthless throats cut

Our mascot himself is the hitman we call for the job
We gave him your addresses, sent him to carve up you slobs
Your endless sycophantism we cannot forgive
You haven't bought enough merch to allow you to live

Fan massacre
You've bugged us for years, we don't like you, we want you to die
Fans are all jerks
Thanks for the tour bus but now we don't need you... so goodbye

The King fireballed Mike Murrell in the throat
Scott Montgomery was drowned in the moat
Tony Sahin was teleported into space
Julie Trubiano got a sword to the face

Jimmy & Toccara Nickerson and Marcy too
Were mashed up with a mallet and converted into glue
Ryan Krystiniak was burned alive
Ray Magini was seasoned and deep-fried

David M. Clark dies gurgling, stripped of his skin
Dan Hammer choked on his own blood when we ripped off his chin
We mauled Patrick Evans and left him impaled on a stick
That's what you get for liking our band, you dick

Fan massacre
Carlos Alvarado is slowly ground up into chum
I hope it hurts
We watch and we laugh as you mewl and you beg and
We say "This is what you deserve ...you scum"

Stormspell Records HQ was blown up with a tank
Michael Hughes met his demise on the end of a shank
It's wholesale slaughter on our loving and doomed devotees
Don't let your blood ruin our fancy clothes, you sleaze

Fan massacre
Most bands say they're grateful to fans and their fans are the best
Please buy a shirt
We know the truth, our fans are the worst

And every last one of you needs to be beaten and bludgeoned and poisoned and stabbed... to death


06. Agnosticism

Existence and what's after the end is unclear
Religion, turn from reason and live without fear
Oblivion, logic tells us that nothing awaits
The answer, is it worth what the question creates

Go and ask the scientist
Go and ask the holy man
Both will claim to know what follows death, so in our wisdom
Agnosticism

Immortals are approaching but are yet to be born
In science, new paths are forged and the old are forsworn
And mankind will construct his own heaven thereby
Though meanwhile we're among the last of those doomed to die

Plead and beg the physicist
Ask a kind word of a friend
Neither yet can help us, so we shrug or make our attrition
Agnosticism

Miracles and the wonder of a child
Superstition and the outsider reviled
Brave men venture into vast new fields
Future dawns and new miracles revealed


07. Combat Mosh

Step into the conflict
A firefight of the flesh
Caveman genealogy
In violence we become enmeshed

It's murder in the circle pit
No longer we repress
The screaming apes we used to be
Wakened from a peaceful rest

Cast off the last million years
Because all that matters now is the kill
Put aside the suit and tie
Clench your fists and bludgeon at will
And mosh

Modern man's a construct
The thing beneath is truth
Territoriality
Hard-wired in the hulking brute

Pleistocenic people
Cro-magnon at the core
Savage ideology
In the pit we go to war

Mindless, churning, frenzied xenophobes
We succumb to that primal call
"Love thy neighbor" forgotten now
The stone age lives on in us all
So mosh
Just mosh
Give in to your id and devolve
Devolve

Kill

Murder in the circle pit
Murder in the circle pit
Murder in the circle pit
Murder in the circle pit


08. Axe Cop

One day at the scene of a fire
I found the perfect fireman's axe
That day I became Axe Cop
Now I needed a partner
I had try-outs and hired a partner
His name was Flute Cop
We had a dinosaur gang to kill
We fought them with our axe and our flute

I will chop
Will chop
Will chop your heads off
I'm Axe Cop
I wish
For every weapon
Psydrozon
Can't stop
Can't stop my onslaught

I'll fight every bad guy
I will save the world
I wear catsuits at night
I'll never fall in love
I may one day get married
If Sockarang's a girl
But till that day I'm working
All bad guys will be destroyed
Axe Cop

We cut off the mother and father
Dinosaur heads and we devised a plan
Flute Cop got dinosaur blood on him
And he felt strange
Let's put these heads on a stick
And then hide some bombs in them
The dinosaur blood caused Flute Cop
To transform into Dinosaur Soldier

I will throw a baby
To save the town from scum
They explode robot heads
'Cause babies are dumb
If you try out for our team
You've got to show me all your moves
I'll know by your front kick technique
If you are good or evil

It was time for a huge fight!

Sockarang
Uni-Man
Vampire Wolfer
Fire Slicer

Ralph Wrinkles
Wexter and I
Will attack you
And chop off your head when we locate your hideout
We know every fighting move and we are smart
With lasers and robot suits and Mr. Stocker
Kill bad guys at night and we only are starting to fight

Our gun bill was really high
And we needed another job
So we got a new job at a fruit stand
And we were getting tons of money
We got to eat free fruit so we became
Avocado Soldier and Axe Cop with Lemon
Telescope Gun Cop came by
With Uni-Baby to buy some apples

Dinosaur Soldier: I'm gonna claw you with my claw
Sockarang: I'm gonna whip your head off with my sock arm
Wexter: Rarrrrrr!
Me: I'm gonna throw a grenade bomb
And you're... gonna... die!


09. Agents Of Steel

Back in the days we first sighted
Their shields gleaming bright in the sky
The light that was brighter than fire
Forced cowards to run out of spite

Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel...

Feel the day getting closer
They'll return for the masses to see
I shed a tear when they left us
My heart now bleeds for their coming...

Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel...

The signs prepare for their coming
Now you know that it's clear
You know that we'll be returning
Once more, but not for too long

Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel
Masters of metal, agents of steel...


10. Lich King IV (Born Of The Bomb)

Last living thing has been brought to its knees
And the multiverse worships the King
Dimensional empire of smoldering worlds,
Their ruler is standing alone

The earth is a tomb and the sky is its pall
And the dust is the people that failed
Regarding his realm in its thundering death
Calm at oblivion's door

To the victor go the empty and bitter
And terrible spoils of war
There are no more worlds to conquer
There's no one left to fight

The fallout drifts in the wake of the strike
And the cloud overhead blankets all
Nuclear lightningstorm flashing
A shadow is moving within

Something has formed
Something has spawned
Fission, unlife
Born of the atom
Born of the dead
Born... of the bomb

Rising up there amidst towers of smoke is a
Hydrogen-made skeletzar
Doppelganger in all respects, body and mind,
Powers mirroring those of the King

Hammered iron and bone and a chestplate of
Spiked armor all of it blackened by soot
Billowing green from its empty skull sockets
Tendrils of sickening light
The undead lord regards the usurper
And the newcomer returns the glare
An accident of science
A conjuration foul

The King begins to cackle and laugh
Realization sets in and the answer is clear
His one worthy opponent
In all of time, himself

And at long last
Something as strong
No end to the coming fight
Neverending battle has been
Born... of the bomb

Sword and axe are raised
And the two things are joined in combat
Sparks ignite from quickened strikes
The fireballs are as raindrops and
The thrumming lightning blasts
Cannot kill the sorcerers
Yet they carry on, his minions
Cower horrified and horrible

Crashing
Striking
Thrusting
Slashing
Hacking
Chanting
Casting

Lashing out with all his might
At the one made in his form
Locked in blissful violence
A perpetual and total war

Cracking
Smashing
Cutting
Blasting
Crushing
Bashing
Gouging

Laughing long and loud the undead lord
A blackened denouement
Atop their world gone dead the
Maelstrom continues on