(The dark lord is here!) (That's the old passage to Ravenholme, we don't go there anymore) (Pony Music) When I pulled the sword from the stone Casting shadows from the room Headed back from Ravenholme A stormy night, A haunted tune Once reflected in the Everclear Boys without names became Men yet untamed, contained Estranged Some wandering lame Two doors shut on the flame No name to conquer the pain Piano man plays through the dialtone As biker gangs descend from Ravenholme Should've stayed at home Mother of many Daughter of none Bodies are plenty Spoiled in rum I know their secrets I know my own Call to the beast Bring our men home Oh, deep inside the lair Oh, deep inside the- Yeah, Black Ops hit the black top In the black gulch, just to plug the Rot Strapped up in chainmail Hollow sludge, sickened pale Ancient spells, secret trails Platinum ships with flaming sails Cascade for a Lucatiel Fuck these metros, I won't fail Newgens want heroes New gent on death row Smoke a bitch in the big house Then run it back, let the coppers joust No apologies for the blank flanks Took 'bucka down just to hang blanks Never knew me 'till the ship sank Killed a headcrab for a blank slate Oh, deep inside the lair Oh, deep inside the- Yeah Interrobang be like Corner Folk Clock a bitch 'till he's on the ropes I did his tricks, I hit his dope Put him on the list, so flies the crow (Oh god) So flies the crow like a bullet Quadruped? Bitch, I knew it He a changeling But in change he ain't affluent, uh Newly wed to the Wine, fish, and bread Washing every fed 'Till the rivers run red Going down and out on the undertow 'Till I drag 'em down like a siren Scale every cell for the redhats For the fires they're first in line in So then, paper men were shouting About a girl they never knew Old men in black suits Screaming at children on the news Piano man held his breath As the biker men stripped ones and twos Same ones they soap boxed On the news, on the news (Incursion warning) The ice melts Under the heat of our sons Battered walls only go When they come (Incursion warning) Girls just wanna have fun The revolution Is found in our fun Founded in front In the bright Candlelight Of neon Shadows come alive Tapestries Burned long ago 'Fore the eons Of our time It rode as cavalry Rending alien earth in its wake Taking brothers, sisters, siblings Fourside butterflies, cindered ash As the mother quaked Another terrible fate Spines of marrow grate Walls of flesh and crimson shade As bad men went unfazed Against the cave That beast holds fast But inside the cage A gilded feast would last With men riding in packs Their backs turned Past is past Silver pen dotting sins Traitors raised half mast I went and killed the person that I were Slaying every heretic that still worships her Man said 'Don't you dare go hollow, gunning metros down' Every nine letters, memories blur Chaos follows now Fuck the sorry sod, unburdened with patience Befaded by wastrels Revalations for men With debt temptations Gonarch cradles every fabled end I can't save my friend I can't save my friend Every war by men I can't save my friend Every pale grin I can't save my friend Saw her standing there, Hyena laugh Practice needles, sewing deals As their knees collapsed And as her pleas elapsed, at last undone I saw her raise her fist, and black out the sun Dog of circumstance, I pity you But don't mistake this mercy killing As me forgiving you Because heretics hail and herald your name Bring out my dead, and your corpse profane Daugher of dragons Woman of sons Slayer of demons Bleeding of rum I know their secrets I know my own Fell every beast No bringing them home Oh, deep inside the lair Oh, deep inside the- Yeah Dulled the blade against the renegade Now I'm sharp again, make your play Rallied hostiles in antiquity Now we pray and spray on white crusades (Bitch) Every war was started by a man Boykisser? Peter Pan Put a flag up everytime he went And hid his hand Process residue 'Till there's no trace of him left Lord of Cinder, strike a smile Your darkest souls will all be spent Yeah Corpse pile No, corpse pile! Hold it way before now We hold trials Shoutout male loneliness That epidemic gotta stay in style Oh, deep inside the lair Oh, deep inside the- Every biker man will be slaughtered Every banker man will be hung Every flaghoister, pale cloister, red oyster wrung (Oh god) Yeah, televise every minute Push the boys to their limits Melting glaciers with a- Get out our cities Fairytale for your kind Do it in the game Relax, silly boy, locker talk should be your middle name How unforseen are the consequences When you know just what you do? Counting, or not counting your bitches? Fuck you roosters Fuck your coup