Tales of Woe - Vulture Industries

Came howling through the night

With righteous bombast

Claimed to be chosen to chase off the darkness

Said in possession of that singular light

To be a beacon in such times of starkness

Through such times of starkness

Through such times of starkness

Showed us the devil and his vicious gang

Beneath his gloomy canvas overhang

Told us the tales of woe

And tribulations we would undergo

Came barging through the dusk erected his dome

Claimed the anointed task of being our warden

To chase the horror out from every nook

And set the sacred house right back into order

But as the dawn came you could spot his fangs

The sun cloaked by his shadow overhang

And in that shadow lived

The devils it told us not to forgive

Under a worn canvas skin

Within a circle of sin

There dance two terrible twins

Dressed up in different skin, set to win

Control of our hearts and minds

To rule over every kind

Control of our hearts and

Wide open eyes

Empty mesmerized

Follow into perdition

With every step

Goes another neck

A fair price of admission

Wide open eyes

Empty mesmerized

Follow into perdition

With every step

Breaks another neck

A fair price of admission

No room between

Here every colour is clean

Control of our hearts and minds

No room between

Here every colour is clean

Control of our hearts and minds