Appeaser - LLNN

Murderers warm the seats of thrones

While servants they bicker

As the end times loom

Point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold

Its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth

Skies fall and the fire cleanses in its wake

Run amok

The world is yours to take

Murderers warm the seats of thrones

While servants they bicker

As the end times loom

Point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold

Its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth

Murderers warm the seats of thrones

While servants they bicker

As the end times loom

Point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold

Its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth

Point out thy neighbour

Point out thy neighbour

Point out thy neighbour

Point out thy neighbour

False prophets dictate the norm

False prophets dictate the norm

False prophets dictate the norm

False prophets dictate the norm