The Ballad Of Solomon Eagle (Live)
Solomon Eagle was a Quaker at the time of the plague
And he considered himself as a prophet
He used to run around putting a big pan of boiling fat on his head
Saying that the plague was like a pestilence
Sent from God to right the sins of mankind and other thing
(Naked at the time) yeah, yeah, start walk naked as well
Reportedly, two days after he was seen running across Southwark Cathedral
His wife died or something
Twisted tyrant master headed for disaster
I want the cities to crash and burn
Heading to the country, I know they'll never catch me
I'll take what's mine and I'll never return
Prophet to the unborn, a primal need for scorn
Can't put a price on my sanity
Preacher to the suffering, I'm the king of nothing
But I will reign for eternity
I think I'm losing my mind
Got no conception of right
These visions scarring my brain
I'm slowly going insane
Come kneel before me, let the world abhor me
I think I'm searching for suffering
My own religion, my sadistic vision
Turning death into prophecy
This is where I'm doing my vocals
(I think I'm losing my mind)
(These visions scarring my brain)
Do you feel is anything we need to double, or effect, or harmonize?
Alright, mate
What do you really want?
The beginning beat, beginning was alright (yeah)
This is making of "Cities Of Frost"
What do you think, Malley? (Frosty)
What do you think, Chris? (Needs more triangle)
What do you think, Ed?
And he considered himself as a prophet
He used to run around putting a big pan of boiling fat on his head
Saying that the plague was like a pestilence
Sent from God to right the sins of mankind and other thing
(Naked at the time) yeah, yeah, start walk naked as well
Reportedly, two days after he was seen running across Southwark Cathedral
His wife died or something
Twisted tyrant master headed for disaster
I want the cities to crash and burn
Heading to the country, I know they'll never catch me
I'll take what's mine and I'll never return
Prophet to the unborn, a primal need for scorn
Can't put a price on my sanity
Preacher to the suffering, I'm the king of nothing
But I will reign for eternity
I think I'm losing my mind
Got no conception of right
These visions scarring my brain
I'm slowly going insane
Come kneel before me, let the world abhor me
I think I'm searching for suffering
My own religion, my sadistic vision
Turning death into prophecy
This is where I'm doing my vocals
(I think I'm losing my mind)
(These visions scarring my brain)
Do you feel is anything we need to double, or effect, or harmonize?
Alright, mate
What do you really want?
The beginning beat, beginning was alright (yeah)
This is making of "Cities Of Frost"
What do you think, Malley? (Frosty)
What do you think, Chris? (Needs more triangle)
What do you think, Ed?
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Ward, Joe Hoare, Chris Turner, Martyn Millard
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