Devil's Village

Immortal kings, queens & the god damn senate too
Who will you be?
Will you play the tyrant or the villain?

Angels are just a pipe-dream
Foul minions play with dying fowl
And Demons just won't do
They had to send devils too

This isn't sacrilege
This is just a pagan's patronage

Now should my heroes be?
Deprived of this stage
But all these rogues
Wrapped in silk & velvet
Seem to be
Depraved enough for you

The woodland sorcerers left battered & bloodied

The Poets of war
Don't play on the battlefields
Dead kings don't go marching
When the neophytes are calling

Robed figures took her in the night
She's from Salem
They said she's just a corner store whore

But I know
She's from the hilltop
Now she's Moscow's bitch

They built themselves
Temples to these wooden fools
As you lay siege to their golden idols
Worshipping the corrupt ghouls
Now I see you sitting atop your own Devil's shoulder

Hissing your plots
Planting the seeds
As the pyre calls

One of these days the children will go marching
On your Devil's Village
Till they're brave enough
To walk through the smokescreen
To reach your Devil's village

This legion of piss soaked
Blood stained generals will assemble
At the gates of your kingdom
Built atop my forefather's skulls and thrones
Laid beneath these tombs of sandstone

Sons of liberty
Stand fast
Before your brothers of war
This tower will crumble a thousand times
But we'll pick up the pieces as the fire flies

Now I confess Odin met Zeus, and Hera too
Does Nemesis know, you're my nemesis?

The Devil isn't sitting on my shoulder
I suspect you sit on his instead.