Lich King - Born Of The Bomb lyrics
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 |