|Lyrics:||i. THE EMPEROR|
Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night
away from you
You think that you can hold the searing, moulten
your fingers ...
But it slips
through, tearing tendons as it goes,
exposing the white of a knuckle ...
forming letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the ones you think should
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill into your
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
bodies torn by
you are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death.
Saviour of the
Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
but it is the only way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds
which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the
night they steal your eye
from its socket ...
and the ball hangs fallen on your
Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled
with rusting metal.
Your face a shade of green; somehow you try to speak
through all the
garbage in your mouth
But it won't
come out, and you cannot frame the words
as your stepson
throws your fame into the flames
and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones,
Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the only way you know ..........
Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to nought,
every life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what you've bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step
Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your
screaming flesh ...
without malice, merely taking murder's toll,
pay the price of hate, and that price is
your soul ....
Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.