The Cold Hands Of Fate 歌词

Hold your breath, hold your horses His greatness's arrival is near Our king, our saviour Speaker of truth, redeemer of trust When he speaks there is silence When he calls people chorus and cheer Courage and dedication Bearer of light and esperance appears Tidal waves of excitement He enthralls them all So close to the peak of his game In the blink of an eye he will fall Oh the swoon, oh the letdown Let me spare you the horror, the grief Not a king, not a saviour But a traitor and deciever A liar a thief Finally mine is vengeance Dear people come forward and see Don't you lot recognise him Rustler of chicken now lies at my feet Pushing rocks up the mountains Watching them roll down again Forever in debt to the light Eager to see through the night that will never end