Solefald - 2011, or a Knight of the Fail lyrics
[Solefald - 2011, or a Knight of the Fail lyrics]
Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell
Playing killer games in your solitary cell
Mr coward, what went wrong with your head
A murderer of children
And still you aren't dead
On July 21st, I saw Gurnemanz mourn
In the ruins of '45, his uniform torn
Parsifal in Bayreuth, a Knight of the Grail
The Dictatorship defeated
A quest doomed to fail a wedding in Norway
The conductor's hand beckoned
I flew out on July 22nd
Landed in Oslo at 15: 22
Three minutes later the Terror became true
Saw Government buildings going in smoke
I thought it was a vidеo, it had to be a joke
Stayed in thе airport, safe and at distance
Hardly a position that offers resistance
Dramatize the Untergang, don't we
My artist friends that sweet sensation of an
Angst that never ends
But all a sudden, the threat became real
Expanding ammunition made wounds
That wouldn't heal
Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell
Playing killer games in your solitary cell
Mr coward, what went wrong with your head
A murderer of children
And still you aren't dead
I thought it was a film, it couldn't be right
Terror took the form of a lunatic Knight
Disguised as a policeman he killed 77
That was Oklahoma, our September 11th
On the day two months after
I lost my loved mother
Everything changed from one day to another
All of a sudden, my grief was ours
The young kept on dying
In spite of the powers
That tried to help them
But the evil was strong
And "you did this", O Heinous
The irreparable wrong
In the Nation of Tolerance
The end of a Pact:
People thought it was Islamist
Muslims were attacked
Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell
Playing killer games in your solitary cell
Mr coward, what went wrong with your head
A murderer of children
And still you aren't dead
The Kingdom wept and protested with roses
I kept my uniform on and continued my poses
They gathered at Young's and
Sang children's songs
I kept listening to Burzum
Unrepenting my wrong
To mother and daughter, to father and son:
I think Grief made us mad, each and every one
I had wept for four months and only felt rage
Gone were the days of the lyricist sage
I saw analysts grapple with
Freedom of Expression
Using he massacre as a reason for Repression
I spoke out against them, here Justice ends
Not the kind of message that
Wins you new friends
2010, before everything went black
2010, now it's time to look back tOTENINSEL
Skyene på himmelen vatnet i sjøen
Doggen på båtane
Kjem frå andedragi åt dei som søv
Under sypressane
Playing killer games in your solitary cell
Mr coward, what went wrong with your head
A murderer of children
And still you aren't dead
On July 21st, I saw Gurnemanz mourn
In the ruins of '45, his uniform torn
Parsifal in Bayreuth, a Knight of the Grail
The Dictatorship defeated
A quest doomed to fail a wedding in Norway
The conductor's hand beckoned
I flew out on July 22nd
Landed in Oslo at 15: 22
Three minutes later the Terror became true
Saw Government buildings going in smoke
I thought it was a vidеo, it had to be a joke
Stayed in thе airport, safe and at distance
Hardly a position that offers resistance
Dramatize the Untergang, don't we
My artist friends that sweet sensation of an
Angst that never ends
But all a sudden, the threat became real
Expanding ammunition made wounds
That wouldn't heal
Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell
Playing killer games in your solitary cell
Mr coward, what went wrong with your head
A murderer of children
And still you aren't dead
I thought it was a film, it couldn't be right
Terror took the form of a lunatic Knight
Disguised as a policeman he killed 77
That was Oklahoma, our September 11th
On the day two months after
I lost my loved mother
Everything changed from one day to another
All of a sudden, my grief was ours
The young kept on dying
In spite of the powers
That tried to help them
But the evil was strong
And "you did this", O Heinous
The irreparable wrong
In the Nation of Tolerance
The end of a Pact:
People thought it was Islamist
Muslims were attacked
Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell
Playing killer games in your solitary cell
Mr coward, what went wrong with your head
A murderer of children
And still you aren't dead
The Kingdom wept and protested with roses
I kept my uniform on and continued my poses
They gathered at Young's and
Sang children's songs
I kept listening to Burzum
Unrepenting my wrong
To mother and daughter, to father and son:
I think Grief made us mad, each and every one
I had wept for four months and only felt rage
Gone were the days of the lyricist sage
I saw analysts grapple with
Freedom of Expression
Using he massacre as a reason for Repression
I spoke out against them, here Justice ends
Not the kind of message that
Wins you new friends
2010, before everything went black
2010, now it's time to look back tOTENINSEL
Skyene på himmelen vatnet i sjøen
Doggen på båtane
Kjem frå andedragi åt dei som søv
Under sypressane