Golgothas
03-17-2011, 06:57 AM
Oh Mr. Ragman.
"Yes?"
Give me a dream.
Make it the most horrible thing that I've ever seen.
Drop me into a field of creeping crawlers,
screaming children, and their weeping mothers.
Show me a sight for all to see,
They'll know soon how the Llaelese can be.
Khador's servant we'll soon be no more
As the winter guard run, their faces filled with weeping sores.
Those Cygnar dogs can pack their big bags too,
They love Morrow too much for the likes of me and you,
With all their priestly convictions and armoured plot
Wouldn't it just be great if they went away to rot?
Oh Mr. Ragman, let us have that dream,
A free Llael nation where the sun will never beam,
Make it a place of ash and dust
Where the warjacks always rust.
Mr. Ragman, you're so alone,
Why not call my hands a friendly set to your own?
Together we'll bring back the dead who wither,
Dance through the fields and sing, "Come hither!"
Oh Mr. Ragman...
"Yes?"
Give me a dream.
Make it the most horrible thing that I've ever seen.
Drop me into a field of creeping crawlers,
screaming children, and their weeping mothers.
Show me a sight for all to see,
They'll know soon how the Llaelese can be.
Khador's servant we'll soon be no more
As the winter guard run, their faces filled with weeping sores.
Those Cygnar dogs can pack their big bags too,
They love Morrow too much for the likes of me and you,
With all their priestly convictions and armoured plot
Wouldn't it just be great if they went away to rot?
Oh Mr. Ragman, let us have that dream,
A free Llael nation where the sun will never beam,
Make it a place of ash and dust
Where the warjacks always rust.
Mr. Ragman, you're so alone,
Why not call my hands a friendly set to your own?
Together we'll bring back the dead who wither,
Dance through the fields and sing, "Come hither!"
Oh Mr. Ragman...