Oh violence does call me, I’ve answered before
I’d made many en’mies, I’d settled my scores
But I did grow weary and I settled down
And proudly bore the weight of my crown
I lived on my lonesome away in the far
Where there was no violence to trouble my heart
I’d hung up my sword and I’d raised up my hoe
And lied as I said that I ne’er would go
But came a cry from a man that I’d known
Someone to whom rare compassion I’d shown
And so I opened up my door
To the man who promised me blood and war
Oh, woe to thee, ye people of order
I hope your homes continue to smolder
And that you never rise again
And leave me be and leave my friends
I followed him far to a distant land
Where he had been exiled by one single man
His horns they were wicked, his power was great
And you looked in his eyes and were swallowed by hate
He took me to shelter, his humble abode
A pitiful cavern his comrades called home
He handed me bedding and bid me adieu
And I sat and pondered on what I should do
For I craved violence, I crave to be free
From the people who wish to control me
Yes I believe in anarchy’s rein
I know that dictators only bring pain
Oh, woe to thee, ye people of order
I hope your homes continue to smolder
And that you never rise again
And leave me be and leave my friends
I prepared for battle, I hoarded and schemed
But I did not know all was not what it seemed
My allies unstable, their loyalty thin
Yes we would have victory but what would we win?
The battle was chaos, blood roared in my ears
A chain of explosions, they looked up with fear
They set up a leader and shouted hoorays
And I shuddered and realized that I’d been betrayed
Is this what you want, corruption and power?
Well I won’t stand for it, this is my hour!
Now I release my beasts upon thee!
And I laughed in pain as I watched them all flee
Oh, woe to thee, ye people of order
I hope your homes continue to smolder
And that you never rise again
And woe to those who called me a friend
I fled until silence was all I could hear
The voices once screaming now hummed in my ears
The cold it was lonely but I was alone
And I promised that I’d not let blood taint my home
But then came a message from my only friend
Oh warrior hide, or else this is the end
They’ve bound up my wings and they hunt for your head
They promised me justice but they’ll see you dead
They came to me with an armed battalion
Held an ax to my innocent stallion
And said: Now it is your turn to bow!
See how the king has fallen now?
They raised an anvil and laid me below
They thought to crush me painful and slow
But I did live, and I did flee
And I put my pick through the butcher’s teeth
Oh, woe to thee, ye people of order
I hope your homes continue to smolder
And that you never rise again
And woe to those who called me a friend