Wool Over Our Eyes - The Stupendium.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Gregory Holgate
[00:04.872]（song by the Stupendium)
[00:10.122](please LIKE and SUBSCRIBE.)
[00:19.239]
[00:20.519]As I skip amongst the thickets
[00:21.460]Well, just look at what I’ve found
[00:22.818]An innocent wee critter
[00:24.124]Sitting, shivering on the ground
[00:25.482]Entrapped and gagged and bound
[00:26.788]Upon a sacrificial mound
[00:28.016]Such a miserable predicament
[00:29.453]So, how’d you like the sound
[00:30.655]Of a haven-cum-community
[00:32.065]A vibrant congregation
[00:33.371]Of waywards just like you
[00:34.599]The fates aligned for me to save from
[00:35.984]The depraved and heathen demons
[00:37.342]And their vile abominations
[00:38.517]Enslaving feeble minds
[00:39.745]Into a life of prostration
[00:41.104]Not like my operation
[00:42.357]Not the slightest correlation
[00:43.637]Why, we’ve dances, feasts and festivals
[00:44.891]It’s like we’re on vacation
[00:46.354]No time for contemplation
[00:47.556]Would you like to come and take some
[00:48.862]Salvation in exchange
[00:50.194]For just some light indoctrination?
[00:51.944]
[00:52.728]"THE PACT IS SELAED..."
[00:59.781]
[01:02.106]Welcome in, brethren!
[01:03.412]Step down off the pentagram
[01:04.849]Blessed be and bend the knee
[01:06.051]And pledge to me forever and
[01:07.357]Forget the need to question and
[01:08.558]We’ll never need to reprimand
[01:09.838]Lethargy is heresy
[01:11.092]You’re very keen to lend a hand
[01:12.633]There’s effigies to render
[01:13.809]And a temple yet to build
[01:15.063]We’ve many seeds to tend to
[01:16.238]And there’s earth still left to till
[01:17.649]And every second spare
[01:18.877]You’d best remember to keep filled
[01:20.078]In reverent prayer and penance
[01:21.437]Lest dissenters will be kill-
[01:22.926]-ecting up the mess
[01:24.049]Until they find their crimes regrettable
[01:25.590]All evidence says heaven’s light’s
[01:26.818]Not likely for the skeptical
[01:28.072]The bedding’s of the finest moss
[01:29.430]The lichen often edible
[01:30.632]Now, don’t you think your life outside
[01:31.886]Was tiresome and forgettable?
[01:33.714]
[01:34.028]Deep in the dark of the woods
[01:35.412]Where secrets sleep
[01:36.797]We serve he who waits beneath
[01:39.357]Till the soul, devotion reap
[01:41.891]For the lamb who herds the sheep
[01:44.555]In the dark of the woods
[01:45.731]We pledge our lives
[01:47.298]Sages say that faith is blind
[01:49.518]Arms raised high in sacrifice
[01:52.601]Pull down wool over our eyes
[01:54.743]
[01:54.926]Time for your donations
[01:55.500]Fill the dish up, pass the gold plate
[01:56.989]Every penny pays to kill
[01:58.113]The Bishops of the Old Faith
[01:59.497]Our benefactor waits
[02:00.464]Betwixt the crippling links of old chains
[02:02.083]Tethered to the plains
[02:03.154]Until the heretics are all slain
[02:04.643]So, pay the tithes and pray you might
[02:06.002]Remain upon the list of all
[02:07.308]The cherished, chosen children
[02:08.614]For whom love is unconditional
[02:09.946]Your contribution’s absolution
[02:11.200]For the guilt within you all
[02:12.584]Our movement may be new
[02:13.734]But all your sins are still original
[02:15.144]You’ll find my sermons stirring
[02:16.424]Form the circle, get your heads down
[02:17.783]Heavy hangs the neck
[02:18.984]Of any vessel of the Red Crown
[02:20.317]Blessed to be the shepherd
[02:21.492]Of the desperate and oppressed now
[02:22.903]Destined for ascension
[02:24.131]Ne’er the wealthy ever left ground
[02:25.541]So, empty out your bank accounts
[02:26.926]And dance around the fire
[02:27.997]And focus your devotion
[02:29.251]Through the crackling of the pyre
[02:30.531]So potent and ambrosial
[02:31.889]It flows through blackened spires
[02:33.195]To satiate our patron
[02:34.501]And their rancorous desires
[02:35.964]"The game is barely set
[02:37.531]Yet e’er within the deck you’ve dwelt
[02:38.785]We’ve never met and yet
[02:39.752]We meet again upon my pelts
[02:41.136]The cards we want are often drawn
[02:42.599]But seldom ever dealt
[02:43.957]But, chance the hand you’re given
[02:44.950]Mayhap lift you where you fell
[02:46.491]Tell me, little lamb
[02:47.432]Do you see destiny immutable?
[02:49.077]Does fate or dedication
[02:50.175]Keep you bended knee and dutiful?
[02:51.690]Feign predestination?
[02:52.865]Or is zealotry the truth of all
[02:54.197]The paths you never take and never leave
[02:55.582]Yet in the future walk?
[02:57.045]Saviour or enslaver?
[02:58.064]Oh, these labels are but shallow things
[02:59.526]You brave the twisting mists
[03:00.545]Betwixt the hallowed and the harrowing
[03:02.086]And pray that they may shift
[03:03.262]Amidst the rhapsody of Haro’s wings
[03:04.673]So, just embrace the chaos
[03:05.926]And the clarity the tarot brings"
[03:07.233]
[03:07.624]Deep in the dark of the woods
[03:09.113]Where secrets sleep
[03:10.655]We serve he who waits beneath
[03:13.345]Till the soul, devotion reap
[03:15.853]For the lamb who herds the sheep
[03:18.439]In the dark of the woods
[03:19.406]We pledge our lives
[03:21.182]Sages say that faith is blind
[03:23.716]Arms raised high in sacrifice
[03:26.328]Pull down wool over our eyes
[03:28.366]
[03:28.601]The time has come, enlightened ones
[03:29.802]The hour is at hand
[03:30.638]Or do you doubt the crown?
[03:31.866]The righteous power it commands?
[03:33.277]We swear to scriptures devilish
[03:34.713]Devout or ever-damned
[03:35.889]Till fetid grip of heretics
[03:37.247]Is scoured from the land
[03:38.527]Who today can truly say
[03:39.912]Their faith has never faltered?
[03:41.166]Whose neck, so trained to pray
[03:42.341]Would never strain against the halter?
[03:43.804]These reins that pave the way
[03:44.953]Towards our patron’s radiant reign
[03:46.416]And so, which waif ordained by grace
[03:47.513]Shall fate see slain upon the altar?
[03:49.159]For what have we to give
[03:50.152]Once coin and toil have been expended?
[03:51.615]For naught have we to live
[03:52.738]If plots of soil to be lamented
[03:54.070]Are the unascended end
[03:55.324]To whence our mortal coil has wended
[03:56.917]The rested dead are spoiled
[03:57.962]Not with the spoils we are intended
[03:59.425]But flesh, bequeathed freely
[04:00.888]Grants a life a higher purpose
[04:01.985]In death, a deeper meaning
[04:03.161]Everlasting pious service
[04:04.624]Sowing seeds precedes a reaping
[04:05.825]Start a line, now who’s the first?
[04:07.184]You all decided to convert
[04:08.307]So tell me, why’re you so nervous?
[04:10.135]For your fervour has been fated now
[04:11.154]To satiate the beast
[04:12.434]In chains he waits beneath
[04:13.636]And how he craves to be released
[04:14.968]We celebrate in blessed flame
[04:16.353]So, pray and take a seat
[04:17.528]And pledge unto their name
[04:18.782]Lest you be plated at the feast
[04:20.271]Let your faith remain unshaken
[04:21.499]In our monastery’s beliefs
[04:22.779]You’ve no claim to consecration
[04:24.189]When there’s coffers to be greased
[04:25.443]Stay praiseful to your deity
[04:26.802]Their prophecy and priest
[04:28.003]For the sheep may be the shepherd
[04:29.414]But the flock is being fleeced
[04:30.772]
[04:31.190]Deep in the dark of the woods
[04:32.548]Where secrets sleep
[04:34.299]We serve he who waits beneath
[04:36.597]Give the flesh, ascension seek
[04:39.419]From the lamb who herds the sheep
[04:41.874]In the dark of the woods
[04:42.971]We pledge our lives
[04:44.722]Sages say that faith is blind
[04:47.073]Arms raised high in sacrifice
[04:49.894]Pull down WOOL over our EYES
[04:53.055](Amen)

文本歌词

作词 : Gregory Holgate
（song by the Stupendium)
(please LIKE and SUBSCRIBE.)
As I skip amongst the thickets
Well, just look at what I’ve found
An innocent wee critter
Sitting, shivering on the ground
Entrapped and gagged and bound
Upon a sacrificial mound
Such a miserable predicament
So, how’d you like the sound
Of a haven-cum-community
A vibrant congregation
Of waywards just like you
The fates aligned for me to save from
The depraved and heathen demons
And their vile abominations
Enslaving feeble minds
Into a life of prostration
Not like my operation
Not the slightest correlation
Why, we’ve dances, feasts and festivals
It’s like we’re on vacation
No time for contemplation
Would you like to come and take some
Salvation in exchange
For just some light indoctrination?
"THE PACT IS SELAED..."
Welcome in, brethren!
Step down off the pentagram
Blessed be and bend the knee
And pledge to me forever and
Forget the need to question and
We’ll never need to reprimand
Lethargy is heresy
You’re very keen to lend a hand
There’s effigies to render
And a temple yet to build
We’ve many seeds to tend to
And there’s earth still left to till
And every second spare
You’d best remember to keep filled
In reverent prayer and penance
Lest dissenters will be kill-
-ecting up the mess
Until they find their crimes regrettable
All evidence says heaven’s light’s
Not likely for the skeptical
The bedding’s of the finest moss
The lichen often edible
Now, don’t you think your life outside
Was tiresome and forgettable?
Deep in the dark of the woods
Where secrets sleep
We serve he who waits beneath
Till the soul, devotion reap
For the lamb who herds the sheep
In the dark of the woods
We pledge our lives
Sages say that faith is blind
Arms raised high in sacrifice
Pull down wool over our eyes
Time for your donations
Fill the dish up, pass the gold plate
Every penny pays to kill
The Bishops of the Old Faith
Our benefactor waits
Betwixt the crippling links of old chains
Tethered to the plains
Until the heretics are all slain
So, pay the tithes and pray you might
Remain upon the list of all
The cherished, chosen children
For whom love is unconditional
Your contribution’s absolution
For the guilt within you all
Our movement may be new
But all your sins are still original
You’ll find my sermons stirring
Form the circle, get your heads down
Heavy hangs the neck
Of any vessel of the Red Crown
Blessed to be the shepherd
Of the desperate and oppressed now
Destined for ascension
Ne’er the wealthy ever left ground
So, empty out your bank accounts
And dance around the fire
And focus your devotion
Through the crackling of the pyre
So potent and ambrosial
It flows through blackened spires
To satiate our patron
And their rancorous desires
"The game is barely set
Yet e’er within the deck you’ve dwelt
We’ve never met and yet
We meet again upon my pelts
The cards we want are often drawn
But seldom ever dealt
But, chance the hand you’re given
Mayhap lift you where you fell
Tell me, little lamb
Do you see destiny immutable?
Does fate or dedication
Keep you bended knee and dutiful?
Feign predestination?
Or is zealotry the truth of all
The paths you never take and never leave
Yet in the future walk?
Saviour or enslaver?
Oh, these labels are but shallow things
You brave the twisting mists
Betwixt the hallowed and the harrowing
And pray that they may shift
Amidst the rhapsody of Haro’s wings
So, just embrace the chaos
And the clarity the tarot brings"
Deep in the dark of the woods
Where secrets sleep
We serve he who waits beneath
Till the soul, devotion reap
For the lamb who herds the sheep
In the dark of the woods
We pledge our lives
Sages say that faith is blind
Arms raised high in sacrifice
Pull down wool over our eyes
The time has come, enlightened ones
The hour is at hand
Or do you doubt the crown?
The righteous power it commands?
We swear to scriptures devilish
Devout or ever-damned
Till fetid grip of heretics
Is scoured from the land
Who today can truly say
Their faith has never faltered?
Whose neck, so trained to pray
Would never strain against the halter?
These reins that pave the way
Towards our patron’s radiant reign
And so, which waif ordained by grace
Shall fate see slain upon the altar?
For what have we to give
Once coin and toil have been expended?
For naught have we to live
If plots of soil to be lamented
Are the unascended end
To whence our mortal coil has wended
The rested dead are spoiled
Not with the spoils we are intended
But flesh, bequeathed freely
Grants a life a higher purpose
In death, a deeper meaning
Everlasting pious service
Sowing seeds precedes a reaping
Start a line, now who’s the first?
You all decided to convert
So tell me, why’re you so nervous?
For your fervour has been fated now
To satiate the beast
In chains he waits beneath
And how he craves to be released
We celebrate in blessed flame
So, pray and take a seat
And pledge unto their name
Lest you be plated at the feast
Let your faith remain unshaken
In our monastery’s beliefs
You’ve no claim to consecration
When there’s coffers to be greased
Stay praiseful to your deity
Their prophecy and priest
For the sheep may be the shepherd
But the flock is being fleeced
Deep in the dark of the woods
Where secrets sleep
We serve he who waits beneath
Give the flesh, ascension seek
From the lamb who herds the sheep
In the dark of the woods
We pledge our lives
Sages say that faith is blind
Arms raised high in sacrifice
Pull down WOOL over our EYES
(Amen)