The stars collected.
Each world accounted for.
Freed all the children.
Seems there is nothing more.

If I only had a rowboat, I would row it up to heaven.
But if heaven will not have me, I will take the other option:
I will seek out my own satisfaction.

From the wight lying in the barrow,
To the priest with his broken arrows.
There's a method to the madness.
They will feign an expression of sadness.
A concatenation of locusts,
And the farmers are losing their focus.
On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses
I will sing, sing, sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours!

The hollow voice of our 14th century.
Too much assumption to be taken seriously.

Oh, you wrote me like a Disney Kid, in cut-offs and 'beater
With a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simoniac breeder.
Doesn't work, doesn't fly, doesn't handle.

From the wight lying in the barrow,
To the priest with his broken arrows.
There's a method to the madness.
They will feign an expression of sadness.
A concatenation of locusts,
And the farmers are losing their focus.
On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses
I will sing, sing, sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours!

My homeland! I will not sing your praises here.


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    General CommentThis was a stand out song for me. It sounds as though he is speaking from the perspective of a GOD. talking about his fickle flock of people! i love all of the medieval references.
    PdotEasyon October 06, 2010   Link

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