GWAR - Decay of Grandeur lyrics
[GWAR - Decay of Grandeur lyrics]
Lights fade, all is shade
Zombies stalk the promenade
This is promise of eternity!
Piles of dead, impaled head
Steaming peat is wretched red
They say "Hi!"story is written in such ways
Trust in rust, dirt and dust
Worms awaiting all of us
At least that's what I heard
Crows soar, lions roar
Chaos rules forevermore
The human race is the only X factor
The decay of grandeur from riches to rot
The decay of grandeur say to have
And have not
Kings crouch, the throne is doomed
Assassins reach the inner room
The jester has become the interloper
The Queen is struck, then runs amok
Her carriage wallows in the muck
The cemetery was moved indoors
The decay of grandeur from riches to rot
The decay of grandeur say to have
And have not
Some say we've lost our reason
Some say we've lost our minds
Spinning in the blackest wisdom
Coveting the darkest wine
I say to have your host amongst us
And there you tarry for a time
All your virtue shall desert you
Decaying grandeur, box of pine
First the sound, and then the smell
Sonorous the eldritch bell
Send you to the seven hells in time
The decay of grandeur from riches to rot
The decay of grandeur say to have
And then have not
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
Decay! Decay!
(In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time) in time!
Zombies stalk the promenade
This is promise of eternity!
Piles of dead, impaled head
Steaming peat is wretched red
They say "Hi!"story is written in such ways
Trust in rust, dirt and dust
Worms awaiting all of us
At least that's what I heard
Crows soar, lions roar
Chaos rules forevermore
The human race is the only X factor
The decay of grandeur from riches to rot
The decay of grandeur say to have
And have not
Kings crouch, the throne is doomed
Assassins reach the inner room
The jester has become the interloper
The Queen is struck, then runs amok
Her carriage wallows in the muck
The cemetery was moved indoors
The decay of grandeur from riches to rot
The decay of grandeur say to have
And have not
Some say we've lost our reason
Some say we've lost our minds
Spinning in the blackest wisdom
Coveting the darkest wine
I say to have your host amongst us
And there you tarry for a time
All your virtue shall desert you
Decaying grandeur, box of pine
First the sound, and then the smell
Sonorous the eldritch bell
Send you to the seven hells in time
The decay of grandeur from riches to rot
The decay of grandeur say to have
And then have not
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time
Decay! Decay!
(In time, in time, in time, in time
In time, in time) in time!