So rapid the raptors, as coursers, they came
all the scratching and screaming, I barely escaped
while the fuel cells they drained far too fast, I am dragged
like worms on a hook through the hole to the
at the end of days, where the world bleeds and burns
The sun is black as sackcloth made of hair
The stars have fallen to the earth, mountians tearing from the ground
Look at the people hiding from the red raindrops
while earthquakes shake the broken timber of this burning town
There’s poison in the water, the ocean’s blood that’s turned
to slime and gotten hard
All the fish and whales are corpses on the scab
In the darkness soldiers gnaw their tongues in pain, you see
so help me God, at the end of time they’re screaming and on their knees!
Oh let them die! Oh let them die!
The wrath of the Lamb! the martyrs cry
Break the seven seals, let the horsemen ride!
The soldiers bear the royal crest and scream into the sky
He will come! He will come! The Dragon’s on the rise!
The King survived though his throat was cut, they say he’s the chosen one
He leads our men from Babylon, the rebellion’s worldy son
Against the Tyrant, we have joined with him as soldiers
He tells me this while he shakes a bit – he’s staring at his gun.
The painful stings of flying things have worn away his flesh and popped his eyes
At the blackness, he lashes out and cries:
You cowards and your wrathful God will see what power means
when the Dragon comes – His will be done – in the fires you’ll be cleaned!
Oh let him rise!
Oh let him rise!
I watch these people fall
The dragon shrieks and burns it all
I flip the circuits on, I’ve got dragons of my own
The portal glows and my machine’s detroyed.
The Traveler has saved their souls from the Destroyer of Worlds
Then why does his heart still scream? Rise and speak.
I couldn’t save her. I know she will die
But please, if I could only tell her goodbye
All I want is just one more day
that morning in May…
I’ve fought reptilian monsters
I’ve crossed a bloody sea
just to meet you here
and now I’m coming home, my dear
The light is ward, outside at dawn
The garden has no weeds, no grave beneath the tree
Through the silent house, my love after all
Curled up in a ball there you are
Part III: The Lamb And The Dragon – Ludo