Lich King - World Gone Dead lyrics
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Tracks 01. Intro
02. Act Of War 03. Ed-209 04. A Storm Of Swords 05. Waste 06. Terror Consumes 07. Grindwheel 08. Behaver 09. Aggressive Perfector 10. Lich King III (World Gone Dead) 01. Intro
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02. Act Of War
Faceless, dissenters in an ambulating swarm
Boiling from the cloud of us and them Hateful, assassins hurling thunder in the storm Driven by the differences in men Men War is on, but never final The casualties survive Lines are drawn, intangible but Combatants, greedy, resharpen the scythe Battle horn, the trumpet clearing Cacophony of words Oaths are sworn, and heads are taken Bout is won but nothing has occurred Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride What you have created, it's a thrash crime Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime Keening, the vultures on the body-littered earth Picking at the carcasses of peers Sated, each cackling a new line to the verse Only half-attending what it hears Wages cost, shame is crushing Compounded by the din All is lost, a head is hanging Confidences shattered for his sin Teeming sea, the Colosseum A circus for the dogs Willingly, the victims enter To take part in a violent dialogue Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride What you have created, it's a thrash crime Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime It's a thrash crime You are judged and sentenced to burn Act of war Act of war Act of war Act of war 03. Ed-209
Construct of the ruling class
The pride of OCP Delta City police droid See its mounted turrets gleam Criminals, you'd best submit You know it can't be bargained with Expressionless the officer Surrender to the peace machine ED-209 Evildoers, say your prayers ED-209 Twin autoguns it wears ED-209 Only way to ever beat it is Just to take the stairs 04. A Storm Of Swords
Weeping, the wall
Assailed by freeborn men Giants and worse that time forgot Rapers and thieves Are sworn and bound to serve Brothers in black keep the watch Islands of Iron Drowning men and god Blood and all its bonds are dashed apart Greyjoy, undone The fall in dead of night A ship on the horizon drawing near Prophecies of a greater undoing Azor Ahai and a gathering horde Listen closely, winter is coming Dark wings for dark words A storm of swords Unburnt, the queen Ascending with the whip Mother of dragons frees the slave Last of her kind Born of smoke and salt Waking the children out of stone Direwolf, the king Unwelcome wedding guest Ask bread and salt once through the gate Hidden, the lion Replace the traitor's head Debt is paid in full, hear them roar Prophecies of a greater undoing Azor Ahai and a gathering horde Listen closely for winter is coming Dark wings, dark words A storm of swords Champion, the mountain rides The viper strikes, the mountain dies The seven burn to please R'hllor The witch will win her master's war Accused, the imp, avenge the wife Escape, and end the monster's life Accursed, the kinslayer, the dwarf Revenge upon the lying whore Valar Morghulis Beyond the wall and the haunted wood Wights with black hands and bright blue eyes Ice spiders shimmer, pale and dead Soon the Others wage their war on the sky Beyond Dorne and the Dothraki Sea Three children are foretold for the one Heirs to the black dread, Balerion's throne Dragons growing in the heat of the sun 05. Waste
Living up to nothing and for no one and for naught
Only moving fast enough to keep from getting caught Hell is the horizon but the focus is the same Play and turn a blind eye, circumstance will take the blame Bills are piling higher and the stream is running dry Wallowing in talent yet you're living in a sty Cave walls closing in and all the voices are outside Excuses and attrition and a failing sense of pride Can't recall a thing that people helping you have said Invested in, encouraged and then left to rot for dead Waste You've been wasted all this time Waste Entire adult life lived in Slime and filth and atrophy, entropic disarray Tools are close to hand yet opportunities decay Bottom of the barrel and the staves are prison bars money is a trickle but the debts are like the stars Waste You're a waste of mother's care Waste Waste of precious space and air Life is just a string of instances of deep regret Dying old and unloved is an ever present threat A line of dull occurrences and passing idly by Continuing to breathe but not a soul can tell you why Human history didn't need you, you weren't wanted and are dismissed Waste Walking waste of genes A pillar of sloth without a reason to live Waste Just waiting to die You're taking forever just to pass through the sieve Just pass through the sieve 06. Terror Consumes
What mind can't devour itself?
Atrophied ego, degenerate cells Just beyond the curtain of dark An unknown number, an unseen attack Suggestions of something beyond Moving about in dark attic rooms Subconscious thought working against Your own will Terror Consumes Dread's geometric design Evolution's byproduct, sickening fear The mind simply cannot abide All of the things that it can't stop creating Branches aligned in the sky Brain is imprisoned and skull is a tomb Beckoning arms of the night Calling you Terror Consumes Terror Consumes No release from horror Recreation recombines Charming by the light of day By night it realigns Anxiety will overcome And all the world's askew You can't see the ghost But be assured, the ghost sees you Pale radiance as day breaks again Heaving a sigh as the witch takes its leave Go hide in the hours of the sun But time is a cycle, it's finite, and soon is it spent On the horizon the sun Is dying and red in a worsening gloom You will return to the house that you built Terror Consumes 07. Grindwheel
Thieving villain in my house
You've come to rob me blind Weren't careful, I've found out And now it's time to grind Drag you down unlighted steps Across the sodded floor Bind your limbs in leather straps And close and lock the door There's no court or judge for you There's no hope for appeal You've been caught and sentenced to Grind beneath the wheel Eyes adjust in torchlit gloom A chill sets in your bones A guest in my most private room New grain for my mill's stone Struggle tight against the bonds Beg mercy on your soul I turn the crank and sing my song The wheel begins to roll There's no holy man for you There's no final meal You've been caught and sentenced to Grind beneath the wheel You're screaming now, the curses come The begging, then the tears I save this pleasure for the ones Who've robbed me all these years Feet are crushed and mashed and you Begin to howl and squeal You've been caught and sentenced to Grind beneath the wheel You're a thief condemned and you will Grind beneath my wheel 08. Behaver
Putting sprinkles on ice cream cones
Being polite when on the phone Shoveling, walks for the elderly Carving pumpkins for Halloween Planting orchids on a sunny day Going out to the park to play Smiling for a family photo Sledding down a hill in new snow Look at rainbows Recycle cans Mind your manners Wash your hands Santa doesn't visit naughty girls and boys Mom says good kids don't chew gum or make lots of noise I'm the nicest lad in town I'm dimple-cheeked and sweet and fair I go on picnics with my friends Because I care I'm the behaver Playful puppies in a sunlit yard Sending grandma a birthday card Singing rounds of London Bridge Hanging drawings up on the fridge Look both ways To cross the street Say please and thank you Never cheat Kids who make a ruckus, they don't get dessert Kids who laugh at people, they get feelings hurt I'm the nicest lad in town I'm dimple-cheeked and sweet and fair I brush my teeth three times a day Because I care I care I care Behave yourself Lyrics don't mean shit 09. Aggressive Perfector
Follow me, I'll lead the way; your fears will soon overtake
Hide your infinite tears inside, it seeks your smallest break Screaming as if nothing helps, you press on to survive Playing out the fantasies of a force that keeps you alive He'll have you down on your knees You play his fatal game He'll satisfy your every need You'll never be the same Take my hand, I'll show you how; You've just one life to live The road you're on goes straight to hell; Your life is yours to give His fantasies of all of you are much too great to see This world your living is so unreal, perfected just for me He'll have you down on your knees You play his fatal game He'll satisfy your every need You'll never be the same 10. Lich King III (World Gone Dead)
Regent rules over fields of fire
Planes have been conquered and razed Part the mists to find the one time remaining, That one last uncivilized place The place is here and the time is now And the earth is the pearl that he craves Flash into existence with his legions of scum, Fierce soldiers he called from the grave Grab... your gun... And guard... your home World... gone dead... There's no... more government, nations, diplomacy, peace, there is only the master of bone All hail the Lich King Boston is first of the cities to go And the undead sweep west like a plague Bombers, artillery, infantry, tanks Go to war with the wretched awake The UN is panicked and countries unite As it's clear this is man's final stand Resources pool in a desperate bid And the focus is atomic command Can... not fight... The hordes... of ghouls... World... gone dead... So fire... your missiles and rockets and lasers and rail guns, but nothing will shorten his rule All hail the Lich King Air strike is called in and payloads are dropped Mushroom cloud is a fountain of ash Standing at ground zero, tall and unbroken He raises his sword and he laughs Man... has failed... And earth... glows red Bomb... sustains... The king... he feeds on the nuclear fire and chaos and channels it into his world... this world gone dead |