Triddana - The Wicked Wheel (Rage On) Lyrics
Guard your patch, crave their ground,The lines I traced are before your yes...To tempt you, to divide youTo shake the rust from the old art.Then truce came and I laughed hardAt words that won't soothe your angry mindYour fate is to be drawn in...My game board's set and awaiting.Mutual curse, war cry, both heralds slainI can't help but taste this day of chaos.RAGE ON, RAGE ON,That the wicked wheel needs turningRAGE ON, RAGE ON,State you greatnessRAGE ON, RAGE ON,That you think history will enshrineOne whole page for you.This lad will die so lonelyWhen greed turns man to dust so soonHis name won't be rememberedCarved on a stone that's to erode.Your great deeds make fine seedsThey lie beneath and are all alikeTo please me, to release me,The wheel prepares for a new turn.Your guts and little gloryAre spread like compost in your last breathYou glimpsed me, when you realizedThat no one's sorry for your death...But I did give meaning to your daysThen you might just thank me for such service.RAGE ON, RAGE ON,That the wicked wheel needs turningRAGE ON, RAGE ON,State you greatnessRAGE ON, RAGE ON,That you think history will enshrineOne whole page for you.
