Brocas Helm Time Of The Dark
There's a shadow on the land
Werewolves in high places
Speak satin words with empty faces
Children kneel to the lords of insanity
Choosing a god devoid of humanity
There's a darkness on the land
There used to be a softness
in another place and time
You called upon the wind and it answered with a rhyme
Butterflies and unicorns are from a different age
So f..ck the signs of peace and love,
all hail the battle rage
They're assholes full of razor blades
mirrors in their minds
Can't see what's in front of them,
can't feel what's left behind
That's alright it's OK that quality,
it's us who are the fools
They live on blood and dollar bills,
the nineteen nighties ghools
It's the time of the dark, let no one survive
It's the time of the dark 'til the rider arrives
Let him come, let him come
