[00:00.15]Whistle and they will come to fry
[00:08.67]Iron into their own hide
[00:28.71]Self branded in style for the slavery
[00:47.73]To exemplify a worship that will steer
[00:59.07]Their volatile allegiance is guaranteed
[00:59.97]With full bellies and empty minds
[01:01.47]At times a few wise do revolt
[01:03.21]Whose forefathers voiced the brazen bull
[01:09.12]They squander their spit in useless warnings
[01:10.56]A librarian's crusade for the illiterate
[02:25.77]On the hunt for a wivern
[02:32.91]A tiny tentacle of a much bigger beast
[02:40.38]Whose flesh is ground for mankind
[02:47.61]Like a dog is a land to his lice
[03:23.46]Embody an object of worship
[03:24.42]Time to pour gasoline down the anthill
[03:33.60]The mob is armed
[04:09.69]The livestock is corralled
[04:43.83]The geese are sent to March
[04:46.86]A few wise still do revolt
[04:47.91]Newcomers in a long string of martyrs
[04:50.94]Still they squander their spit in useless warnings
[04:52.62]A librarian's crusade for the illiterate
[04:56.07]On the trail of a hollow armor
[05:03.48]Enticed paint by number rebellion
[05:15.45]On the hunt for a wivern
[05:22.77]A tiny tentacle of the Leviathan