I WILL ECLIPSE ALL THAT IS EPIC.
WRITTEN IN STONE, I WILL WALK AMONGST THE ANCIENT AND HALLOWED
FOR I AM THE APPOINTED REAPER OF MY TIME...
VERSE 1:
Unwanted babe, an orphaned king,
(to the world I was given up.)
Thrust forth in southern suite.
Unguided by prophetic doom
(or swansong martyrdom,)
I the child grew to conceit.
For every man is his own
(aspiring emperor,)
Those who are of this modern ilk.
Yet none will die in classic style
(as I the epitome.)
For the deific quest is mine.
I WALK WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER SWAGGER
IN ECHO OF BEHEMOTH NAMES.
OBSESED WITH THIS VESTIGE.
They said...
Satan, Leviathan, Lucifer, Belial?
Who are you to sit so high
(on vanities throne?)
Simple thoughts with simple qualms.
(They all have given up.)
Their time is left unknown...
CHORUS 2:
I WILL ECLIPSE ALL THAT IS EPIC.
(YOU WILL) WRITE ME IN STONE, I WILL WALK AMONGST THE ANCIENT AND HALLOWED
FOR I AM THE APPOINTED REAPER OF MY TIME...
VERSE 2:
Through cryptic prose the despot's woes
(were placed and divvied up.)
The burden carried on.
And unto me a vision burned
(of immortality,)
Having seen the endless and contentious fruit of the lamb.
WHAT MAN, WHAT HERO, WHAT GOD
COULD DENY THIS NOW?
That squandered by and poisoned with
(mediocrity)
The seeds placed in your jaws are rotting...
BRIDGE:
THE MEEK WILL INHERIT NOTHING...
DRIVEN BY FEAR OF FADING TO FIELDS OF AGE AND DECAY, I RECOUNT THE TALE...
DROWSY WITH FEAST, THE EARTH SAUNTERED ON; THE GIANTS OF OLD RECEDED TO BOWELS...
FULED BY THE STEEL, MUSED BY THE EMBER, MAN CONQUERED BEAST, AND THEN CONQUERED HIMSELF.
AKIN TO CAIN, BUT DEFEATED THE SAME, I REFUSE TO FADE INTO THE BLOOD OF THE ROYALS.
LORD, IT'S A MESS. TAKE ME TO YOUR BREAST. I KNOW OF THE LORE JUST GIVE ME HARDENED DIVINE TONGUES.
NOW SITTING UPON A SOUTHERN THRONE I'M CHAMPIONED IN MOUNTAIN CROWNS
WRITTEN IN STONE, I WILL WALK AMONGST THE ANCIENT AND HALLOWED
FOR I AM THE APPOINTED REAPER OF MY TIME...
VERSE 1:
Unwanted babe, an orphaned king,
(to the world I was given up.)
Thrust forth in southern suite.
Unguided by prophetic doom
(or swansong martyrdom,)
I the child grew to conceit.
For every man is his own
(aspiring emperor,)
Those who are of this modern ilk.
Yet none will die in classic style
(as I the epitome.)
For the deific quest is mine.
I WALK WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER SWAGGER
IN ECHO OF BEHEMOTH NAMES.
OBSESED WITH THIS VESTIGE.
They said...
Satan, Leviathan, Lucifer, Belial?
Who are you to sit so high
(on vanities throne?)
Simple thoughts with simple qualms.
(They all have given up.)
Their time is left unknown...
CHORUS 2:
I WILL ECLIPSE ALL THAT IS EPIC.
(YOU WILL) WRITE ME IN STONE, I WILL WALK AMONGST THE ANCIENT AND HALLOWED
FOR I AM THE APPOINTED REAPER OF MY TIME...
VERSE 2:
Through cryptic prose the despot's woes
(were placed and divvied up.)
The burden carried on.
And unto me a vision burned
(of immortality,)
Having seen the endless and contentious fruit of the lamb.
WHAT MAN, WHAT HERO, WHAT GOD
COULD DENY THIS NOW?
That squandered by and poisoned with
(mediocrity)
The seeds placed in your jaws are rotting...
BRIDGE:
THE MEEK WILL INHERIT NOTHING...
DRIVEN BY FEAR OF FADING TO FIELDS OF AGE AND DECAY, I RECOUNT THE TALE...
DROWSY WITH FEAST, THE EARTH SAUNTERED ON; THE GIANTS OF OLD RECEDED TO BOWELS...
FULED BY THE STEEL, MUSED BY THE EMBER, MAN CONQUERED BEAST, AND THEN CONQUERED HIMSELF.
AKIN TO CAIN, BUT DEFEATED THE SAME, I REFUSE TO FADE INTO THE BLOOD OF THE ROYALS.
LORD, IT'S A MESS. TAKE ME TO YOUR BREAST. I KNOW OF THE LORE JUST GIVE ME HARDENED DIVINE TONGUES.
NOW SITTING UPON A SOUTHERN THRONE I'M CHAMPIONED IN MOUNTAIN CROWNS