Текст песни Lord of Misrule - Marc Almond

Lord of Misrule
Please come on in and sit you down
To partake of the feast
I count you all the friends I have
The ones I like the least
I'll shelter you from darkness
As it clouds over the earth
For the world is in a turmoil
And life has lost it's worth
Black will be your Christmas
And sad tidings to you all
I'll put my gifts under the tree
Wait for the ash to fall
I'll give you guns and bombs
And all my military plans
I'll give you my machines
And a list of my demands
The Lord of Misrule
Lord at the Feast of Fools
Not mischievous, but cruel
Lord of Misrule
I'll bring you to your knees before festivities begin
I may be a Lord, but please don't let me in
I'll be the last one laughing at the ending of the world
I'll point my finger at you and say you got what you deserved
Take pleasure in your misery
I'll revel in your shame
A little festive schadenfreude
And wicked party games
So take your chances, dear
I'll let you covet every day
Betray your friends and break their hearts
Come on, and make a play
They'd only do the same to you
So don't regret a thing
Bring your deceits to the table
And let the feast begin!
The Lord of Misrule
Lord at the Feast of Fools
Not mischievous, but cruel
Lord of Misrule
I'll bring you to your knees before festivities begin
I may be a Lord, but please don't let me in
So face the sun until the shadow falls behind you
Cause I'm the lord and I will always find you
So face the sun until the shadow falls behind you
Cause I'm the lord and I will always find you.