A Demagog's Hymn
Concern is a weakness, truth is a lie
Never apologize and never ask why
Suppress the ones who challenge, smother those who care
Fuck 'em over and deceive those who aren't here
Ooh, as the sun sets for the last time
Ashes in your mouth
Get your taste of victory
Feel the final thrill
If you can't get a piece of heaven
No one will
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh, you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell
The future holds nothing, so nothing's left to save
We had our run, we're standing on our grave
It was too late long ago, we never stood a chance
As the baleful grin of history leaves us in it's trance
Ooh, darkness puts its veil around us
Ashes turns to dust
We should have done something
Before it was too late
They were just too powerful
The kings have sealed our fate
Long ago
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers, as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh, you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell, just a hollow shell
Ashes to dust
Dust in the sky
We are all to blame
No longer fortified! You are the same as us now!
No longer untouchable! You're part of the dust now!
Bloated on the outside, empty inside, you're part of the dust now
You have all become dust now, now, fall!
Now, now
Now!
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers, as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh
You've got your perfect hell (you've got your perfect hell)
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell
Just a hollow shell, you got your will, you got your will
A blackened world, left behind
Blistered souls of our children unborn contempt
You got your will (you got your will), your final thrill (your final thrill)
You got your will, unborn contempt, your will
Your will is dead
Your will
Never apologize and never ask why
Suppress the ones who challenge, smother those who care
Fuck 'em over and deceive those who aren't here
Ooh, as the sun sets for the last time
Ashes in your mouth
Get your taste of victory
Feel the final thrill
If you can't get a piece of heaven
No one will
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh, you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell
The future holds nothing, so nothing's left to save
We had our run, we're standing on our grave
It was too late long ago, we never stood a chance
As the baleful grin of history leaves us in it's trance
Ooh, darkness puts its veil around us
Ashes turns to dust
We should have done something
Before it was too late
They were just too powerful
The kings have sealed our fate
Long ago
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers, as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh, you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell, just a hollow shell
Ashes to dust
Dust in the sky
We are all to blame
No longer fortified! You are the same as us now!
No longer untouchable! You're part of the dust now!
Bloated on the outside, empty inside, you're part of the dust now
You have all become dust now, now, fall!
Now, now
Now!
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers, as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh
You've got your perfect hell (you've got your perfect hell)
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell
Just a hollow shell, you got your will, you got your will
A blackened world, left behind
Blistered souls of our children unborn contempt
You got your will (you got your will), your final thrill (your final thrill)
You got your will, unborn contempt, your will
Your will is dead
Your will
Credits
Writer(s): Kjetil Nordås
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