Hail the Count Lyrics

Song	Hail the Count
Artist	Woe of Tyrants
Album	Behold The Lion
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	作曲 : Burns, Catanzaro ...
	Inflicting arms extended to
	Ground; outstretched frail. Able
	Bodies toiling in the fields
	Below. A heartfelt slap in forced
	Emotion, shaking bouts allow
	Incentive. There's an invitation
	Passed along the lines up to the
	House, the count will vacate
	Tonight. Glancing down one last
	Time, in hopes of catching their
	Eye and oh my, he does enjoy these
	Petty torments.
	Look beyond
	Welcome, a fleeting peace as he
	Soars away northbound; a rest for
	The weary. A fleeting peace as
	The devil flies away. The torches
	Of nighttime igniting, there will
	Be no break from the labor now, as
	The quota must be met. Behind the
	Wounds of the toiling pawns'
	Resentment, strain faced demons
	Overlook the land. The blind
	Mans' word rings an infinite
	Wisdom, senses empowered by an
	Overly sensitive hand.
	They
	Best behave or they face an end,
	Immunity granted for only work to
	Bones extent. With the eyes ever
	Watching, ever knowing the rules
	We've broken they always see.
	With a stare into a pale circle,
	We're weeping and gnashing. We
	Remember the past, our families.
	Look beyond welcome, fleeting
	Peace as he soars home southbound,
	No rest for the weary, and no
	Peace as the devil feels
	Dismay.
	Better behave, oh how
	You must behave, a finger to touch
	The scar upon your cheek. As
	Though sparked by the light cast
	Upon them, together they fault at
	No dismay and their spirits won't
	Be broken. From here I view this
	As almost a dream, forgotten, I
	Fall to my knees and witness the
	Onslaught of peon divine. And we
	Must hail the count, in excess
	You'll be found, follow onward
	Round you'll go it will not stop.
	They always ask the question of
	Why it's them that is condemned
	And left to worship folly of man.
	Better behave, oh how you must
	Behave. My finger will touch a
	New scar upon your cheek

	zuo qu : Burns, Catanzaro ...
	Inflicting arms extended to
	Ground outstretched frail. Able
	Bodies toiling in the fields
	Below. A heartfelt slap in forced
	Emotion, shaking bouts allow
	Incentive. There' s an invitation
	Passed along the lines up to the
	House, the count will vacate
	Tonight. Glancing down one last
	Time, in hopes of catching their
	Eye and oh my, he does enjoy these
	Petty torments.
	Look beyond
	Welcome, a fleeting peace as he
	Soars away northbound a rest for
	The weary. A fleeting peace as
	The devil flies away. The torches
	Of nighttime igniting, there will
	Be no break from the labor now, as
	The quota must be met. Behind the
	Wounds of the toiling pawns'
	Resentment, strain faced demons
	Overlook the land. The blind
	Mans' word rings an infinite
	Wisdom, senses empowered by an
	Overly sensitive hand.
	They
	Best behave or they face an end,
	Immunity granted for only work to
	Bones extent. With the eyes ever
	Watching, ever knowing the rules
	We' ve broken they always see.
	With a stare into a pale circle,
	We' re weeping and gnashing. We
	Remember the past, our families.
	Look beyond welcome, fleeting
	Peace as he soars home southbound,
	No rest for the weary, and no
	Peace as the devil feels
	Dismay.
	Better behave, oh how
	You must behave, a finger to touch
	The scar upon your cheek. As
	Though sparked by the light cast
	Upon them, together they fault at
	No dismay and their spirits won' t
	Be broken. From here I view this
	As almost a dream, forgotten, I
	Fall to my knees and witness the
	Onslaught of peon divine. And we
	Must hail the count, in excess
	You' ll be found, follow onward
	Round you' ll go it will not stop.
	They always ask the question of
	Why it' s them that is condemned
	And left to worship folly of man.
	Better behave, oh how you must
	Behave. My finger will touch a
	New scar upon your cheek

	zuò qǔ : Burns, Catanzaro ...
	Inflicting arms extended to
	Ground outstretched frail. Able
	Bodies toiling in the fields
	Below. A heartfelt slap in forced
	Emotion, shaking bouts allow
	Incentive. There' s an invitation
	Passed along the lines up to the
	House, the count will vacate
	Tonight. Glancing down one last
	Time, in hopes of catching their
	Eye and oh my, he does enjoy these
	Petty torments.
	Look beyond
	Welcome, a fleeting peace as he
	Soars away northbound a rest for
	The weary. A fleeting peace as
	The devil flies away. The torches
	Of nighttime igniting, there will
	Be no break from the labor now, as
	The quota must be met. Behind the
	Wounds of the toiling pawns'
	Resentment, strain faced demons
	Overlook the land. The blind
	Mans' word rings an infinite
	Wisdom, senses empowered by an
	Overly sensitive hand.
	They
	Best behave or they face an end,
	Immunity granted for only work to
	Bones extent. With the eyes ever
	Watching, ever knowing the rules
	We' ve broken they always see.
	With a stare into a pale circle,
	We' re weeping and gnashing. We
	Remember the past, our families.
	Look beyond welcome, fleeting
	Peace as he soars home southbound,
	No rest for the weary, and no
	Peace as the devil feels
	Dismay.
	Better behave, oh how
	You must behave, a finger to touch
	The scar upon your cheek. As
	Though sparked by the light cast
	Upon them, together they fault at
	No dismay and their spirits won' t
	Be broken. From here I view this
	As almost a dream, forgotten, I
	Fall to my knees and witness the
	Onslaught of peon divine. And we
	Must hail the count, in excess
	You' ll be found, follow onward
	Round you' ll go it will not stop.
	They always ask the question of
	Why it' s them that is condemned
	And left to worship folly of man.
	Better behave, oh how you must
	Behave. My finger will touch a
	New scar upon your cheek

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