The Conqueror

1.The Conqueror (Genesis) sözleri

Genesis tarafından From Genesis To Relevation albümünde söylenen The Conqueror adlı şarkının sözleri.

He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at anything he hates
He calls to you "Hey look out son
That's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"

And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way

Five hundred little women are calling
At their hero's door
Yes, their hero is working overtime
He's squirming on an empty floor

And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way

He's bought the castle on the hill
He's bought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say he's just an empty-headed clown

And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way

He's busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there, can you find some souls?
He's looking for some people to save

And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way

And the words of love are killing him
And the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
Just in the place where the conqueror lay

2.The Conqueror (Sodom) sözleri

Sodom tarafından albümünde söylenen The Conqueror adlı şarkının sözleri.

Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle
To the treasure of the damned
Blessing no longer be poured the mystical lord
Covered with rich headdress

He will proceed his way over the line
Furious as tiger
Once the tower rocked and cracked beneath its lash
Caught inextinguishable fire

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The lord of host gave ear into his sing
Intolerable blackness helms him
Only the lightning from his hand that sits
When usurping tyrants fall

An unsullied maid baffles his seductions and his ire
Pines in the poison
Compassion is the vice of kings
Stamp down the wrelched weak

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You are not of the slaves that perish
Pity them not
Tear down that lying spectre of centuries
Vices and virtues words

We'll hide in a smash of sorrow
You shall fear
Let your rites be rightly performed
With joy and beauty

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