Lyrics

It is truly the perfect being: Its armor is tenfold shields Its teeth, swords Claws in the guise of greeting hands How does it sleep at night This tyrant- Heaping slaves on the pyre Just to watch ambition burn It is truly the perfect being: Its armor is tenfold shields And from its tongue, fire Could any being verily bask in malevolence? As if its indifference might pardon it This Tyrant He is the fatherless With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself Tear it down What can it create? This uninspired muse rules only barren lands It cannot create a thing When the public speaks the truth Simply tear it down Dissent, and smolder Your thoughts are law, Great Dragon Just spare me and mine While I bide my time Knowing you well The enemy Cover may the everymen I show no recoil for A would-be dragon The common man is the consummate dragon - The poorest excuse of a man My chest to shields My teeth to swords My hands to claws And fire... Now we can make war A titan against a titan