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The End

I heard it whispered in my ear
It came from shadows over fear
Now I've seen every empire fall
Seen the plagues that killed them all
There was an altar over here
Where vice and virtue shed a tear
They drowned in floods of alcohol
For war beats every lustful call
Please don't ask me when or where
Just die and rise and you will hear
Them whispering to you so dear
Whispering, "The end is here!"

Napoleon has seen it too
As time caught up at Waterloo
It's every revolution's waste
It's what keeps the vermin crazed
That which we all await to do
We won't escape the cosmic queue
As our bones are ground to paste
We shan't forget this hopeless taste
And now, revel in maddened grue
Remember we're the lucky few
Who waited as the mountains grew
The end is here - it's come for you!

Nations fall and empires rise
Fascists scream to mothers' cries
Madness is my only right
My one escape from endless fright
I leave it to you, hopeful wise
To find the truth in all these lies
I'll dance to this chaotic might
And laugh at every dreadful sight
All these hordes of rotting mice
As I indulge in every vice
The music of would-be gods' sighs
Herald the end as order dies




Fri vers (Spoken word/Slam) av L. C. Nielsen
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Publicerad 2012-07-19 02:49



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