Hymnen was my band in the mid-Aughts. I've posted only my own lyrics, so most songs are incomplete....
One thing’s for certain, it’s lights out for you
Your empire’s setting sun
Drink one for all the remains
And roll with it son
Your rambling excuse, it’s only just begun

Come reckoning day there’s a debt to be paid
Hot lamp on Stalin stage
You’ll look a hellafied fool, a bow-legged runt
Statues, they topple on them toes one by one

The penalty phase on chop chop colonnade
Colic relief, catharsis by blade
Is this a waste of my time?
What you broke we own
Snakes came out from under us
Abandoned our ramparts ablaze

Curious weight on our future just falls through the floor
Furious wail from the abdomen, bawl down your door
Curious taste for semantic games, what am I to say?
Furious snakes for your underlings, abandoned our ramparts ablaze
Luxurious digs for notorious pigs on the payroll
Complacency taken for granted
Calling a black trough a spade

You’re calling a black trough a spade
Well a lick of confusion is all you need
You’re calling a sophist a sage
Well a lick of confusion is all you need
And an alarm for your trap door escape

One thing’s for certain it’s lights out for you
Your empire’s setting sun
Drink one for all that remains
And go with it
Snakes came out from under us
The war has just begun

The penalty phase on chop chop colonnade
Colic relief, catharsis by blade
Is this a waste of my time?
What you broke we own
Snakes came out from under us
Abandoned our ramparts ablaze


Lyrics submitted by micbearing

Alarm… Trap Door Escape song meanings
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