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Single from album, "Total Submersion"
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Lyrics
JACOBITE
The Murderous ring of steel on steel
The highland cry, the praying wheel
In rosy white, the shadows come
The English sentry overrun
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
The clinking of the smuggler’s wares
The devil finds you unprepared
Black money runs, the knotted noose
The whining gate, the prisoner loose
What is it now, this wrangling?
Who can speak for the worth of a king?
Come tell me how this schism unfolds
The world of the meek and the blood on the gold
Shadowy prayers and subterfuge
The priestly lust for fire and deluge
Armies at angles, meeting head on
Logic in shambles and sanity gone
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
A deposition, the theft of a throne
A yielded position, a chill on the bone
The fight to a standstill, young boys in the field
This blot on our history, this cleft in the shield
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
This bloody perversion, doomed to repeat
This cancerous dance, this song of defeat
This act of coercion, this theft of our youth
Religious angst, our gospel of truth
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
The Murderous ring of steel on steel
The highland cry, the praying wheel
In rosy white, the shadows come
The English sentry overrun
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
The clinking of the smuggler’s wares
The devil finds you unprepared
Black money runs, the knotted noose
The whining gate, the prisoner loose
What is it now, this wrangling?
Who can speak for the worth of a king?
Come tell me how this schism unfolds
The world of the meek and the blood on the gold
Shadowy prayers and subterfuge
The priestly lust for fire and deluge
Armies at angles, meeting head on
Logic in shambles and sanity gone
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
A deposition, the theft of a throne
A yielded position, a chill on the bone
The fight to a standstill, young boys in the field
This blot on our history, this cleft in the shield
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
This bloody perversion, doomed to repeat
This cancerous dance, this song of defeat
This act of coercion, this theft of our youth
Religious angst, our gospel of truth
We’ll kiss all the girls at noon
We’ll march to a rebel drum
There’s blood in the eye of the moon
No regret in the songs of the sun
Engaging beat. Balanced mix. Cool, effected vox.
Works for me man!
Be well!