[00:10.11]Standing in the space[00:15.34]That holds the silent lace of night away from you[00:24.89]You think that you can hold[00:30.42]The searing, molten gold between your fingers[00:43.03]But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes[00:51.33]Exposing the white of a knuckle[00:56.08]Flesh and metal forming letters in the mould[01:11.01]Cradling your gun[01:16.43]After choosing the ones you think should die[01:25.69]Lying on the hill[01:30.97]Crawling over the windowsill into your living-room[01:42.27]They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads[01:50.45]Bodies torn by vultures[01:55.15]You are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death[02:09.93]Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak[02:16.84]Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace[02:23.91]Ah, but it is the only way you know[02:37.31]Looking out to sea[02:42.52]A flattened plane of ****s which bears no living[02:51.22]You crush life in your fist[02:57.56]As your heart is kissed by the lips of death[03:09.56]Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you[03:13.45]In the night they steal your eye from its socket[03:21.71]And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek[03:37.14]Complaining tongues are stilled[03:42.40]A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal[03:51.35]Your face a shade of green[03:57.11]Somehow you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth[04:08.54]But it won't come out[04:12.58]And you cannot frame the words as your stepson[04:20.62]Throws your fame into the flames and you are burned[04:36.41]Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak[04:43.49]Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace[04:51.38]Ah, but it is the only way you know[05:41.00]Live by sword and you shall die so[05:44.50]All your power shall come to nought[05:48.01]Every life you take is part of your own[05:51.60]Death, not power, is what you've bought[06:40.01]Cringing in your room[06:46.26]Now the outriders of doom step on your threshold[06:57.36]Begging for your life[07:04.00]As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh[07:17.09]Without malice, merely taking murder's toll[07:24.50]You must pay the price of hate[07:29.03]And that price is your soul[07:47.85]Live in peace or die forever in your war-room