[00:10.11]Standing in the space
[00:15.34]That holds the silent lace of night away from you
[00:24.89]You think that you can hold
[00:30.42]The searing, molten gold between your fingers
[00:43.03]But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes
[00:51.33]Exposing the white of a knuckle
[00:56.08]Flesh and metal forming letters in the mould
[01:11.01]Cradling your gun
[01:16.43]After choosing the ones you think should die
[01:25.69]Lying on the hill
[01:30.97]Crawling over the windowsill into your living-room
[01:42.27]They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads
[01:50.45]Bodies torn by vultures
[01:55.15]You are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death
[02:09.93]Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak
[02:16.84]Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace
[02:23.91]Ah, but it is the only way you know
[02:37.31]Looking out to sea
[02:42.52]A flattened plane of weeds which bears no living
[02:51.22]You crush life in your fist
[02:57.56]As your heart is kissed by the lips of death
[03:09.56]Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you
[03:13.45]In the night they steal your eye from its socket
[03:21.71]And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek
[03:37.14]Complaining tongues are stilled
[03:42.40]A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal
[03:51.35]Your face a shade of green
[03:57.11]Somehow you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth
[04:08.54]But it won't come out
[04:12.58]And you cannot frame the words as your stepson
[04:20.62]Throws your fame into the flames and you are burned
[04:36.41]Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak
[04:43.49]Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace
[04:51.38]Ah, but it is the only way you know
[05:41.00]Live by sword and you shall die so
[05:44.50]All your power shall come to nought
[05:48.01]Every life you take is part of your own
[05:51.60]Death, not power, is what you've bought
[06:40.01]Cringing in your room
[06:46.26]Now the outriders of doom step on your threshold
[06:57.36]Begging for your life
[07:04.00]As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh
[07:17.09]Without malice, merely taking murder's toll
[07:24.50]You must pay the price of hate
[07:29.03]And that price is your soul
[07:47.85]Live in peace or die forever in your war-room