The March of the Golems

Wake up and follow me

your rise is the start of my mastery

unshaped, a scorn of man

four thousand soldiers are at my command

Right from the shadow

comes the flaming eyes

their faces lifeless and vacant they stand

These are the warriors of an ancient time

made of stone and clay

they will smash down the land

So they march till the end of all time

noone can ever stop them by steel or fire

you disbelievers, bow to me

I’m forcing the town to its knees

and claim what has always been mine

The earth is shaking

forsaken lands we will leave

as we walk to the scene

They were mistaken

for every selfpleasing laugh

they’ll be torn apart

I have the power

for I wear the lordship’s ring

These eyes, the tyrant’s eyes

a crucial part of his fake regime

I have the power

for I wear the lordship’s sword

My plan, a perfect plan

not yet, but soon the throne is mine

So they march till the end of all time…

And they scream, and they cry

for all their houses are stamped to dust

those woods grow nevermore

But if they beg, if they pray

I shall be mercyful and spare their lives

’cause I’m a noble man