Between the hammer and the sharp end of a blade
We have no choice to make
Through broken promises of golden glory days
This is the price we pay
Oh, how soft the whispers of a wicked man
Twisting words before since time began
Oh, the gentle touch of an evil outstretched hand
The more you give the more that they demand
They see no difference We are one and all the same
It’s them against us all
And when the blood from foreign lands has washed away
You will be next to fall
Oh, how soft the whispers of a wicked man
Twisting words before since time began
Oh, the gentle touch of an evil outstretched hand
The more you give the more that they demand
Oh, how soft the whispers of a wicked man
Twisting words before since time began
Oh, the gentle touch of an evil outstretched hand
The more you give the more that they demand
The fragile visage of a wicked man
Crumbling to dust in his own hands
Oh, the empty wishes of a solitary man
Watching as the world around him ends
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