Curse of Might - Kingston Falls

Would you believe the prophet who comes in the name of change?

Hell-bent and deranged, your logic is estranged

The Burning Legion threatens peace

Who do you trust?

Who do you believe?

When granted zero reprieve, what would you achieve?

A zeitgeist pertinent to you

Your generation’s pop vernacular becomes so spectacular

And keeps you coming back to her for protection no matter the cost

Temporarily suspending hate, imminent truce to relate, a blending of traits

Convince the entire Horde and penetrate hearts of the Alliance

No more self reliance.

United in defiance!

If we must fight, we need every fist to strike

We need the gentle cover of night to win

If we must breathe, we need every heart to bleed

To inoculate disease and let new life begin

Name your God.

Don’t be ashamed

After all, you lived this way

The beast of the free dispenses his decree: «Women and children first!»

They rotted into earth.

Everyone would die.

The glory of war a lie

Screams then turned to moans, broken burning bones

Erie calm of death marked by pungent stench