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HAMMERS OF MISFORTUNE LYRICS
"The Locust Years" (2006)
1. The Locust Years
2. We Are the Widows
3. Trot Out the Dead
4. Famine's Lamp
5. Chastity Rides
6. War Anthem
7. Election Day
8. Widow's Wall
1. The Locust Years
Please hold your applause, though you may pause for genuflection
As so deftly we're directing your attention
To this hand my left or is it right, no need to analyze
the sentiment and scope of our correctness
Please remain seated as the spectacle repeats itself
ad nauseum (that's latin for "relentless")
Don't you lose your focus as we orchestrate these locust years
My dears, the show is bound to leave you breathless
You paid admission, now the ride's begun, guaranteed to
leave you groping for the gears in this mad machine of tears
Now that we're unchained
we'll reign, insane
and drown the world in flames
and blood, and pain
Our legion eyes and ears
will amplify your fears
in a wilderness of mirrors
in these new Locust Years
Our timeline spins unbroken
Like the webs that we have woven
As the show unfolds like clockwork on command
Are those horsemen knocking?
Or the ticking and the tocking of the Watch?
We are the face, we are the hands
Sirens bay like mares at night, Sirens howl like wolves
But it's all right for the show has just begun
Now that we're unchained
we'll reign, insane
and drown the world in flames
and blood, and pain
Our legion eyes and ears
will amplify your fears
in a wilderness of mirrors
in these new Locust Years
Now that we're unchained
we'll reign, insane
The pain will flow like wine
in time to find
us drunk upon your tears
and feasting on your fears
sharpening our spears
in these new Locust Years
2. We Are the Widows
We are the widows of the winter
to whom no spring shall ever dawn
We are a window to the future
The morrow's first polluted yawn
We are a dowry to destruction
In all the shouting we shall drown
We are the shadows of the good times
We are the echo, not the sound
Indolent we promenade across the page
Redolent of meaning lost and gone
Strewn about the airwaves of this new dark age
Still without our substance carry on
We are the widows
We the words
3. Trot Out the Dead
Fool, I am no hero
So leave my casket be
Furthermore I'd never give my life
for such as thee
If the people wonder at the suffering you've caused
And your massive avarice has left them at a loss
If by chance they notice your bloody snapping jaws
the blood upon your claws
your shifty eyes and laws
the nauseating flaws in all you've said
Trot out the dead
Trot out the dead
If by chance they give you the slightest bit of grief
Or perhaps they notice you're a liar and a thief
If they dare to question your lunatic beliefs
The wicked web you weave
The slimy trail you leave
Or maybe they perceive they've been misled
Trot out the dead
Trot out the dead
Trot out the dead, trot out the dead
Fire up the burning pole while you're ahead
Blot out the truth, trot out the lies
Myriad eyes
Silence the wise
Shackle the skies
Stifle the cries of the soon to be dead
If the people wonder why so many had to die
Or they test the wisdom in your prevailing lie
Or how you let it happen when you knew it all the time
and you just let them fly
it's in your evil eye
the way they were betrayed the day they died
Trot out the dead
Trot out the lies
4. Famine's Lamp
Famine always hangs his lamp
Above the holy land
Hangs his lamp, he hangs his lamp
Above the holy land
Pestilence will pitch his tent
Upon the promised land
Pitch his tent, he'll pitch his tent
Upon the promised land
Death will always break his bread
within the temple walls
Break his bread, he'll break his bread
Within the temple walls
War will always find his mistress
In the highest tower
Find her waiting, find her waiting
In the highest tower
5. Chastity Rides
Oh chastity
you spoke so clearly
Holding the reins of your steed high and mighty
One voice, two faces, three kings, and four horsemen
Delighting our eyes, silver strings in the moonlight
Oh sanctity
Tiny eyes like diamonds
You glide in the sky in your saddle so high
One voice, two faces, three kings, and four horsemen
Sway through the air on strings straight from heaven
Chastity rides on a horse oh so high
Dancing on strings in the sky
6. War Anthem
Praised - praised be our vanity
Now that we have our own tragedy
No time for subtlety
War is upon us, oh can't you see
Here in the holy land
See how united and strong we stand
Slogans and banners for every man
Here in the holy land
Death - death to the infidels
Sons of our servants shall serve and serve us well
And gifted with endless war
Flags and fanatics forevermore
7. Election Day
8. Widow's Wall
It won't matter, when it's over
but ending, its everything
Shall we gaze into the sky
And watch the stars expire
Or is it just our eyes?
Shall we quarrel and conspire
and in our cups we'll raise
our knuckles to the sun
and curse the sea
Shall we strut about inside
And haggle for the dearest nest
the highest bough?
it won't matter, when it's over
but ending, its everything
Las the widows to the mast
and hope our craft will last
this broken mirror sea
and feel the vastness of the swells
that crash against a wall so high and wide
it's barely there at all
And helpless watch the storm
Foaming forms of locust swarms
against the mirror sky
Swarming - an insect storm
A million paper wings that whisper "fall"
Scrawled all in blood across the sky
The writing on the wall - the widow's wall
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