Songtexte Dragons - Fyrce Muons

In the sacred chamber our villain and his henchmen revel in their evil deed and plot against their enemies
The Lords issue a warning while offering their pieces of silver
Our hero has overheard and is not amused
She and our villain meet in the great control room

Gracious Sanctus Mensus

Cryptographs in the singular face
Roll roll roll with the joker and play your ace
Chide chide upon the sinner's face
Like my spawn an inheritance waste
View the future fields of dying men
Feel the last escapes of breath from them

Cast thine eyes among the clouds

Easy going pal
Bullet sees
Easy heavenly torn trees
Out of the way my friend
Cast you to sea
We see this simpleton's end
We see the need

You are fools if you think this plan is without risk
You will feast upon the scattered dead
With no more of a conscience than an eel
What falls upon my soul the sin is you
To keep your hands clean the payment is due

Easy going pal
The crowd is gaining strength
They can learn to have the will
Their numbers learn to kill
Out of the way my friend
They need to be
They need to be
They need to be

It will be thy will in a potter's field
Dying out Neanderthals running from the steel
Caught like rats in their deep deep cavern home
And you my dear friends to be left all alone
Left with your world of purity and the incense of peace

Easy going pal
With this new disease
We don't want your progeny
Tying up our ease
Just make sure the gate is locked
And in the end you win
You must use some money then
You will be our king

The end of their world
So I give to to you your death machine
The emoticules of their grey lives has deemed them to impotence
Eons of evolution pummeled into decades of technology
And did turn your servant's hearts to madness and need
Thy work will be done
I offer up to them the light that they seek
The air that you seek is death to those with the dreams
And now to free the dragons

Is this what it means to love?
To break and not bend to suffer changes?

Well my child, you have the stealth and heart of your whore mother
Is it not enough to have been cast aside by a mother only to be betrayed by a father?

Your petulance and arrogance amaze me, in this we are the same
You were given the softest of years in a world of evil years

And now those years are taken from me
You grew me for this, to make the death you seek in flesh

And so we are inseparable and bound in sacred plan
Your words don't ring, your faith is dead

And so in truth my daughter your dream

You will shine
Beware the twin dragons