The Emperor In His War Room (First Version)
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โฑ๏ธ 8:16 duration
๐ ID: 18496415
๐ Lyrics
Standing in the space
That holds the silent place of night away from you
You think that you can hold
The searing, molten gold between your fingers
But it slips through
Tearing tendons as it goes
Exposing the white of a knuckle
Flesh and metal forming letters in the mold
Cradling your gun
After choosing the ones you think should die
Crying on the hill
Crawling over the windowsill, into your living room
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads
Bodies torn by vultures
You are the man whose hands are rank
With the smell of death
Saviour of the Fallen
Protector of the Weak
Friend of the Tall Ones
Keeper of the Peace
Ah, but it is the only way you know
Looking out to see
A flattened plain of weed which bears no living
You crush life in your fist
As your heart is kissed by the lips of Death
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you
In the night, they steal your eye from its socket
And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek
Complaining tongues are stilled
A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal
Your face a shade of green
Somehow, you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth
But it won't come out
And you cannot frame the words
As your stepson throws your fame into the flame
And you are burned
Saviour of the Fallen
Protector of the Weak
Friend of the Tall Ones
Keeper of the Peace
Ah, but it is the only way you know
Live by sword, and you shall die so
All your power shall come to naught
Every life you take is part of your own
Death, not power, is what you bought
Cringing in your room
As the outriders of doom step on the threshold
Begging for your life
As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh
Without malice
Merely taking murder's toll
You must pay the price of hate
And that price is your soul
Live in peace or die forever
In your war room
That holds the silent place of night away from you
You think that you can hold
The searing, molten gold between your fingers
But it slips through
Tearing tendons as it goes
Exposing the white of a knuckle
Flesh and metal forming letters in the mold
Cradling your gun
After choosing the ones you think should die
Crying on the hill
Crawling over the windowsill, into your living room
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads
Bodies torn by vultures
You are the man whose hands are rank
With the smell of death
Saviour of the Fallen
Protector of the Weak
Friend of the Tall Ones
Keeper of the Peace
Ah, but it is the only way you know
Looking out to see
A flattened plain of weed which bears no living
You crush life in your fist
As your heart is kissed by the lips of Death
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you
In the night, they steal your eye from its socket
And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek
Complaining tongues are stilled
A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal
Your face a shade of green
Somehow, you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth
But it won't come out
And you cannot frame the words
As your stepson throws your fame into the flame
And you are burned
Saviour of the Fallen
Protector of the Weak
Friend of the Tall Ones
Keeper of the Peace
Ah, but it is the only way you know
Live by sword, and you shall die so
All your power shall come to naught
Every life you take is part of your own
Death, not power, is what you bought
Cringing in your room
As the outriders of doom step on the threshold
Begging for your life
As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh
Without malice
Merely taking murder's toll
You must pay the price of hate
And that price is your soul
Live in peace or die forever
In your war room
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.30] Standing in the space
[00:13.92] That holds the silent place of night away from you
[00:23.53] You think that you can hold
[00:29.58] The searing, molten gold between your fingers
[00:41.97] But it slips through
[00:45.65] Tearing tendons as it goes
[00:51.10] Exposing the white of a knuckle
[00:55.03] Flesh and metal forming letters in the mold
[01:10.17] Cradling your gun
[01:15.47] After choosing the ones you think should die
[01:24.85] Crying on the hill
[01:30.64] Crawling over the windowsill, into your living room
[01:42.46] They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads
[01:50.04] Bodies torn by vultures
[01:54.71] You are the man whose hands are rank
[01:58.06] With the smell of death
[02:09.88] Saviour of the Fallen
[02:13.02] Protector of the Weak
[02:17.08] Friend of the Tall Ones
[02:20.75] Keeper of the Peace
[02:24.61] Ah, but it is the only way you know
[02:38.23] Looking out to see
[02:43.71] A flattened plain of weed which bears no living
[02:53.57] You crush life in your fist
[02:59.70] As your heart is kissed by the lips of Death
[03:11.59] Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you
[03:15.40] In the night, they steal your eye from its socket
[03:23.92] And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek
[03:39.64] Complaining tongues are stilled
[03:45.18] A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal
[03:54.75] Your face a shade of green
[04:00.74] Somehow, you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth
[04:12.60] But it won't come out
[04:16.90] And you cannot frame the words
[04:20.52] As your stepson throws your fame into the flame
[04:28.49] And you are burned
[04:40.66] Saviour of the Fallen
[04:43.92] Protector of the Weak
[04:48.02] Friend of the Tall Ones
[04:51.72] Keeper of the Peace
[04:55.50] Ah, but it is the only way you know
[05:06.78]
[05:35.97] Live by sword, and you shall die so
[05:39.56] All your power shall come to naught
[05:43.24] Every life you take is part of your own
[05:46.72] Death, not power, is what you bought
[05:51.02]
[06:35.55] Cringing in your room
[06:42.10] As the outriders of doom step on the threshold
[06:52.99] Begging for your life
[06:59.47] As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh
[07:12.29] Without malice
[07:16.24] Merely taking murder's toll
[07:19.99] You must pay the price of hate
[07:24.63] And that price is your soul
[07:43.36] Live in peace or die forever
[07:51.87] In your war room
[08:01.81]
[00:13.92] That holds the silent place of night away from you
[00:23.53] You think that you can hold
[00:29.58] The searing, molten gold between your fingers
[00:41.97] But it slips through
[00:45.65] Tearing tendons as it goes
[00:51.10] Exposing the white of a knuckle
[00:55.03] Flesh and metal forming letters in the mold
[01:10.17] Cradling your gun
[01:15.47] After choosing the ones you think should die
[01:24.85] Crying on the hill
[01:30.64] Crawling over the windowsill, into your living room
[01:42.46] They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads
[01:50.04] Bodies torn by vultures
[01:54.71] You are the man whose hands are rank
[01:58.06] With the smell of death
[02:09.88] Saviour of the Fallen
[02:13.02] Protector of the Weak
[02:17.08] Friend of the Tall Ones
[02:20.75] Keeper of the Peace
[02:24.61] Ah, but it is the only way you know
[02:38.23] Looking out to see
[02:43.71] A flattened plain of weed which bears no living
[02:53.57] You crush life in your fist
[02:59.70] As your heart is kissed by the lips of Death
[03:11.59] Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you
[03:15.40] In the night, they steal your eye from its socket
[03:23.92] And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek
[03:39.64] Complaining tongues are stilled
[03:45.18] A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal
[03:54.75] Your face a shade of green
[04:00.74] Somehow, you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth
[04:12.60] But it won't come out
[04:16.90] And you cannot frame the words
[04:20.52] As your stepson throws your fame into the flame
[04:28.49] And you are burned
[04:40.66] Saviour of the Fallen
[04:43.92] Protector of the Weak
[04:48.02] Friend of the Tall Ones
[04:51.72] Keeper of the Peace
[04:55.50] Ah, but it is the only way you know
[05:06.78]
[05:35.97] Live by sword, and you shall die so
[05:39.56] All your power shall come to naught
[05:43.24] Every life you take is part of your own
[05:46.72] Death, not power, is what you bought
[05:51.02]
[06:35.55] Cringing in your room
[06:42.10] As the outriders of doom step on the threshold
[06:52.99] Begging for your life
[06:59.47] As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh
[07:12.29] Without malice
[07:16.24] Merely taking murder's toll
[07:19.99] You must pay the price of hate
[07:24.63] And that price is your soul
[07:43.36] Live in peace or die forever
[07:51.87] In your war room
[08:01.81]