Thousandfold

歌詞

Sprinkled by the trappings Of words that make the outlines Blur on the showplace of made history The Folk is willed To parrot the dished up tale The lure of a higher meaning Cheat you had to create An enemy stereotype To receive your absolution A frothy poor excuse for your foray To disengage from the deeps Of your encumbrance Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me! Declined Truths ensign Forever mine! Bereave me! March in with ten legions Whilst the crucial weapon's not the pillum But the feather held in your hand Penned in blood Your tall-tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield I, the spectral guise Evoking these baring fears Pestering your conscript fathers I smile at my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my perseverance