Woe to The People of Order

Oh, violence does call me, I’ve answered before

I’ve made many enemies, I’ve settled my scores

But I did grow weary and I settled down

And proudly bore the weight of my crown

I lived on my lonesome away in the far

Where there was no violence to trouble my heart

I’d hung up my sword, and I’d raised up my hoe

And I lied as I said that “I never would go”

But came a cry from a man that I’d known

Someone to whom rare compassion I’d shown

And so , I opened up my door

To the man who promised me blood and war

Oh, woe to thee ,ye People of Order

I hope your homes continue to smolder

And that you ‘ll never rise again

And leave me be and leave my friends

I followed him far to a distant land

Where he had been exiled by one single man

His horns , they were wicked .His power was great

And you looked in his eyes and were swallowed by hate

He took me to shelter , his humble abode

A pitiful cavern his comrades called home

He handed me bedding and bid me adieu

And I sat and I pondered on what I should do

For I craved violence , I craved to be free

From the people who wish to control me

Yes , I believe in anarchy’s reign

And I know that dictators only bring pain

Oh , woe to thee , ye People of Order

I hope your homes continue to smolder

And that you’ll never rise again

And leave me be and leave my friends

I prepared for battle , I hoarded and schemed

But I did not know all was not what it seemed

My allie’s unstable , their loyalty thin

Yes , we would have victory ; but what would we win?

The battle was chaos , blood roared in my ears

A chain of explosions , they looked up with fear

They set up leader and shouted “hooray’s”

And I shuddered and realized that I’d been betrayed

“Is this what you want? Corruption and power?”

“Well I won’t stand for it! This is my hour!”

“Take on these beasts, I’m now friend to none”

“If you think you are a hero , then die like one”

Oh , woe to three , ye People of Order

I hope your homes continue to smolder

And that you never rise again

And woe to those who called me a friend

I fled until silence was all I could hear

The voices , once screaming , now hummed in my ears

The cold it was lonely , but I was alone

And I promised that I’d not let blood taint my home

But then came a message from my only friend

“Oh warrior hide , or else this is the end”

“They’ve bound up my wings and they hunt for your head”

“They promised me justice ; but they’ll see you dead”

They came to me with an armed batallion

Held an axe to my innocent stallion

And said ,“Now it is your turn to bow!”

“See how the king has fallen now!”

They raised an anvil and laid me below

They thought to crush me , painful and slow

But I did live , and I did flee

And I put my pick through the butcher’s teeth

Oh , woe to thee , ye People of Order

I hope your homes continue to smolder

And that you never rise again

And woe to those who called me a friend

I returned from battle all tattered and worn

And stumbled upon a poor child forlorn

He told me his story , he told me his woes

As I thought up a plan for our mutual foes

I stealthily went to familiar lands

As I gathered my weapons and laid out my plans

But when the poor child spoke with friends he had known

He abandoned our mission and left me alone

I gathered my hounds and made them devour

The allies I once knew ; sweet friendships now sour

And let explosions rain from on high

And gladly bid my final goodbye

OH , WOE TO THREE , YE PEOPLE OF ORDER

I HOPE YOUR HOMES CONTINUE TO SMOLDER

AND THAT YOU NEVER RISE AGAIN

AND WOE TO THOSE WHO CALLED ME A FRIEND

OH , WOE TO THREE , YE PEOPLE OF ORDER

I HOPE YOUR HOMES CONTINUE TO SMOLDER

AND THAT YOU NEVER RISE AGAIN

NOW LEAVE ME BE , FOR THIS IS THE END