New Lords of Light

From pandemonium a rising tide Lo! Death cometh riding in vengeful stride amongst lords of light And their acolytes Desperate for answers the mob awaits, waiting for the chosen to tap the outlet for their rage Like stray dogs long lost in the night Not conscious of which hand to bite Dark tales of tragedy make fertile soil In which to plant seeds of discord, from (which) to extract that precious oil to turn the dawn into a blaze, to pull the masses from the haze Where all is false, one can make anything In the den of lies, the loudest voice is king And standing loyal at his side The new lords of lies From pandemonium a rising force Lo! Death cometh riding on a dark horse New lords of light And their acolytes New lords of lies Their words make the thickest armour The echo the biggest charmer From pandemonium a rising force Only through hindsight you'll see its source New lords of light And their acolytes The new lords of lies

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025