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HOURGASS
winter is coming a nuclear blast
have we learned nothing from times gone past
mans time on earth is fukin fading fast
if we don't change our course we never will last
100 years of winter
100 years of ash
the reign of man goes up in a flash
1000 generations man has ruled these lands
with righteous indignation and flaming sword in hand
suppressing tribes and enslaving clans
obeying mother natures most basic commands
the weak ones fall while the strong ones stand
noticing not the hourglass sands
the sands of time are shifting
the sands of time are drifting
freely flowing like a river
and will when man is gone
though as the time approaches
we better think of tippin
that hourglass over
with our bloody hand a drippin
were stealing the silver were gobblin up the gold
into satans service our souls have been sold
this is what we get for being so bold
and not listening to what we've been told
if we all don't fall back into mamas fold
our next generation will never grow old
CHORUS
BRIDGE
the beginning of the end were the holy wars
tween the saintly Christians and the heathen moors
greed turning man into what nature abhors
fukin her over like a filthy whore
were gonna it soon shes closing the door
and when it hits the fan the shit will pour
Xmas is coming aligning sun and moon
seeing sots sitting at noon in saloon
at first what is heard is a whispering croon
gaining momentum and then pretty soon
with a bang and a bust and a darkening gloom
the sonic booming of mankind's doom
CHORUS
hear what i have spoken take it as a token the hourglass is broken and the reapers finally spoken
have we learned nothing from times gone past
mans time on earth is fukin fading fast
if we don't change our course we never will last
100 years of winter
100 years of ash
the reign of man goes up in a flash
1000 generations man has ruled these lands
with righteous indignation and flaming sword in hand
suppressing tribes and enslaving clans
obeying mother natures most basic commands
the weak ones fall while the strong ones stand
noticing not the hourglass sands
the sands of time are shifting
the sands of time are drifting
freely flowing like a river
and will when man is gone
though as the time approaches
we better think of tippin
that hourglass over
with our bloody hand a drippin
were stealing the silver were gobblin up the gold
into satans service our souls have been sold
this is what we get for being so bold
and not listening to what we've been told
if we all don't fall back into mamas fold
our next generation will never grow old
CHORUS
BRIDGE
the beginning of the end were the holy wars
tween the saintly Christians and the heathen moors
greed turning man into what nature abhors
fukin her over like a filthy whore
were gonna it soon shes closing the door
and when it hits the fan the shit will pour
Xmas is coming aligning sun and moon
seeing sots sitting at noon in saloon
at first what is heard is a whispering croon
gaining momentum and then pretty soon
with a bang and a bust and a darkening gloom
the sonic booming of mankind's doom
CHORUS
hear what i have spoken take it as a token the hourglass is broken and the reapers finally spoken
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