Triddana The Wicked Wheel (rage On)
Guard your patch, crave the ground, the lines I traced are before your yes... To tempt you, to divide you To shake the rust from the old art.
Then truce came and I laughed hard At words that won't soothe your angry mind Your fate is to be drawn in... My game board's set and awaiting.
Mutual curse, war cry, both heralds slain I can't help but taste this day of chaos.
RAGE ON, RAGE ON, That the wicked wheel needs turning RAGE ON, RAGE ON, State you greatness RAGE ON, RAGE ON, That you think history will enshrine One whole page for you.
This lad will die so lonely When greed turns man to dust so soon His name won't be remembered Carved on a stone that's to erode.
Your great deeds make fine seeds They lie beneath and are all alike To please me, to release me, The wheel prepares for a new turn.
Your guts and little glory Are spread like compost in your last breath You glimpsed me, when you realized That no one's sorry for your death...
But I did give meaning to your days Then you might just thank me for such service.