Empire

(Colin Burgess)

A song about politics and how war will never change, or fix any problems. Greed and selfishness will only ever cause death and morbid outcomes.

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Pacing whispers
Shades of battle 
Dressed up tricksters
Taste the gold
Dancing shadows
Climb the ladder
Risk for treason 
Temptations glow

We are the ones that taunt the grave
Sit inside and hesitate 
Falling down are the wrongful great
When the ashes clear 
Your war will still remain

Taste of courage
Bit of madness 
Years of silence 
Carnation shows
Blinded circus
Fuel from laughter 
Coin for violence 
The jester roams

We are the ones that taunt the grave
Sit inside and hesitate 
Falling down are the wrongful great
When the ashes clear 
Your war will still remain

The dead will rise again
The dead will rise again
The dead will rise again

Fear for treasure
Clouds for miles
Dreadful measures 
Watch it burn 
Need for answers
Greed lines your fate 
No more chances 
We'll speak the final word

We are the ones that taunt the grave
Sit inside and hesitate 
Falling down are the wrongful great
When the ashes clear 
Your war will still remain

Only run when the bell warns of the raid
No room to hide
No place to escape
Only hide when the caves have felt the wave
No where to go
No one to blame

When the ashes clear 
Your war will still remain
When the ashes clear 
Your war will still remain
When the ashes clear 
Your war will still remain
When the ashes clear 
Your war will still remain
© Colin Burgess 2019