Текст песни Origins of the Creed - Dan Bull
Even
the
softest
step
Leaves
footprints
in
the
sand
Whether
you
hold
coin
Or
blade
Or
bow
within
your
hand
Even
the
lightest
touch
Leaves
traces
in
the
dust
When
coins
are
spent
Bows
are
broken
Blades
decayed
to
rust
I
write
my
lyrics
out
in
lines
of
heiroglyphics
At
about
a
mile
a
minute
Never
mind
the
vile
and
wicked
Violent
images,
it
might
elicit
I
defy
the
cynics'
diatribes
and
missives
Swimming
in
the
Nile
and
give
a
smiling
crocodile
a
grimace
For
those
who
might
have
missed
it
My
mind
is
mystic
Like
my
life
is
mythic
So
don't
you
try
to
shift
it
I'm
a
highly
gifted
kind
of
misfit
The
sands
of
time
slide
aside
the
pyramids
In
a
manner
that's
quite
unscientific
I
take
a
large
obelisk
or
the
hard
top
of
a
sarcophagus
And
stick
it
in
a
hippapotamus'
oesophagus
as
if
it's
bottomless
I
can't
stop
it,
it's
hopeless
armed
like
an
octopus
Hopping
off
of
the
top
of
an
acropolis
Popping
off
above
Ptolemy's
populace
With
a
bronze
khopesh
and
a
lot
of
guts
Plus
tell
you
what
I'll
just
Posthumously
drop
you
off
at
the
necropolis
Say
ta
for
the
lift
Cleopatra's
a
goddess,
a
prophetess
Don't
even
need
to
ask
what
the
profit
is
She's
backed
up
with
actual
providence
Even
the
softest
step
Leaves
footprints
in
the
sand
Whether
you
hold
coin
Or
blade
Or
bow
within
your
hand
Even
the
lightest
touch
Leaves
traces
in
the
dust
When
coins
are
spent
Bows
are
broken
Blades
decayed
to
rust
It
all
starts
with
one
A
single
grain
of
gold
Finally
fed
up
of
living
every
day
with
pain
untold
'Til
every
woman,
every
child,
every
man
Is
a
grain
of
sand
sliding
through
the
cracks
in
the
pharoah's
hand
Here
I
live
amid
the
pyramids
Appearing
in
a
vision,
spirited
And
near
enough
as
soon
as
I've
seen
a
rib
I
stuck
a
spear
in
it
It
is
intimate
It's
been
a
minute
Since
I
cut
a
ligament
of
an
innocent
An
uninhibited,
illegitimate
Son
of
the
rhythm
and
instruments
Maybe
it's
grandiloquent
To
say
I
haven't
equivalents
But
stringing
up
such
intricate
linguistics
Is
a
stimulant
That'll
open
my
iris
And
I'm
hoping
Osiris
finds
us
The
brotherhood
is
born,
we
leave
our
other
form
behind
us
Julius
Caesar
truly
is
eager
To
zoom
in
and
be
the
nubian
leader
Maybe
he's
doomed
to
achieve
it
A
new
Egypt
soon'll
be
breathing
A
few
more
tombs
to
explore
really
deep
in
Tutankhamun's
seen
that
you're
thieving
You're
impeding
hes
sleep,
little
heathen
So
there
better
be
a
really
good
reason
Whereas
we
never
need
sleep
Cyrene's
serene
enough
for
us
Every
leader
succumbs
Even
queen
Nefertiti's
head
becomes
a
bust
Whereas
we
never
need
sleep
Cyrene's
serene
enough
for
us
There's
a
deep
heat
Sending
each
and
every
piece
of
dust
to
dust
Even
the
softest
step
Leaves
footprints
in
the
sand
Whether
you
hold
coin
Or
blade
Or
bow
within
your
hand
Even
the
lightest
touch
Leaves
traces
in
the
dust
When
coins
are
spent
Bows
are
broken
Blades
decayed
to
rust
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