Текст песни: Revenge of the Pen + перевод

A czar, five stars on his epaulettes

Hypnotic charm disarms second guess

No other man stands with him neck to neck

Bullets and shards for the slightest of barbs

Soldiers view him as a mix of Midas and Mars

A deity of sorts, these are the reports

Decree issued, the speech he keeps it short

Willingly they bleed, no need to reinforce

Scorch, the earth’s surface at the source

Black gold underneath, that cold underneath

Trapped soul, attack foes, control the street

Power consumed, with the pressure of the ocean deep

His men? Intense and very honored

High spirits down in the trench like Mariana

Foul posthumous stench and carried armor

Lust for the influence quenched with buried karma

Five below, twelve inches of snow

Numbers on each side decide the show

Town sees the end, coming from the hillside

Stand tall, rather than crawl and still die

Fate setting in, ending with a cold state

Severed limbs, crimson on the snowflakes

Credit win to the engine of the whole take

His dreaded grin, if you’ve seen it then you know hate

No prisoners, screams were vociferous

Genesis of a reign, so precipitous

There was one girl with an umbrella

Nine years old, ran away with young fella

Got the flint and potatoes up in the knapsack

Turn their backs on the carnage and peace, that’s that

They journey through the forest with the pressure mounting

And through the trees, see a cabin nestled in the mountains

The boy is nineteen and nice with a scope

Or knife to your throat, trained from long range and close

On his own since the massacre, years as a scavenger

Driven by revenge, a ride with no passengers

Heading to the general’s estate, shells penetrate

Skulls of three guards, and the clock reads ten to eight

For them its mate, but the king’s got moves

Rook kicks the door down, king grabs the four pound

And slides, one tile to the left

Crouched in the kitchen, kid, watch your step

The scene is set, bullets start to whiz by

One caught the wrist of evil’s human disguise

One to the kneecap, wasn’t quick to react

Hero walks up with the barrel between his eyes

And smiles, a win almost on the scorecard

Felt a dagger in his neck, should’ve killed four guards

That girl is now a novelist

At age forty, her pen’s more like an obelisk

Eighth story she wrote was the best

Details of a slaughter and atrocities met

By two survivors, prose had depth like scuba divers

Felt like you or I was, there when we read it

Same for the antagonist, now in his old age

He could feel the guilt after skimming a whole page

Sinning the most ways, was how he arrived

At this point, book finished, feeling hollow inside

Put a gun to his temple and a hollow inside

Catharsis for a heartsick author offered

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