With A Sword in His Hand
I gaze out at you roughnecks in the streets…
And wonder how many of you would survive under me…
You think you're so strapping, so clever, so bold…
But, wait, there is a story to unfold…
Do you have the lust for blood?
The thrill of the kill?
A passion for fire?
So hot…so cold?
Can you seal away your heart?
Make it an object of stone?
Can you shrug away your loved ones?
Forget your family's bones?
Can you feel the drive for battle?
The need to conquer…
The requirement to destroy?
Can you feel the power?
My power, my toy.
Would you last under my command…?
To rule your sweat and blood with a flick of my hand.
Could you last the torturous drills?
Finishing them only to improve your pathetic skills
There are no magical remedies,
To cure the need to cry.
When the pain and suffering becomes too great,
But not enough to let you die.
Can you handle it?
What separates the warriors from the men…?
Can you cope with it…?
And still call me your friend?
I am no friend,
I am feared through the land –
The Red Eyed General,
With a sword in his hand.
So romp, and fight
You're little strongmen acts.
But I warn you; I spare no one…
No matter the pacts.
Stupid fools,
That's what you are.
My fire shines,
Surpasses yours.
The little boys have gone in to be fed,
Unknowing that they will wake up dead.
The city must go,
The fire will come.
To purge,
To weed out those not strong.
I am the fire,
So let it be known.
The Red Eyed General,
The Monster is home.
I gaze out at you roughnecks in the streets…
And wonder how many of you would survive under me…
You think you're so strapping, so clever, so bold…
But, wait, there is a story to unfold…
Do you have the lust for blood?
The thrill of the kill?
A passion for fire?
So hot…so cold?
Can you seal away your heart?
Make it an object of stone?
Can you shrug away your loved ones?
Forget your family's bones?
Can you feel the drive for battle?
The need to conquer…
The requirement to destroy?
Can you feel the power?
My power, my toy.
Would you last under my command…?
To rule your sweat and blood with a flick of my hand.
Could you last the torturous drills?
Finishing them only to improve your pathetic skills
There are no magical remedies,
To cure the need to cry.
When the pain and suffering becomes too great,
But not enough to let you die.
Can you handle it?
What separates the warriors from the men…?
Can you cope with it…?
And still call me your friend?
I am no friend,
I am feared through the land –
The Red Eyed General,
With a sword in his hand.
So romp, and fight
You're little strongmen acts.
But I warn you; I spare no one…
No matter the pacts.
Stupid fools,
That's what you are.
My fire shines,
Surpasses yours.
The little boys have gone in to be fed,
Unknowing that they will wake up dead.
The city must go,
The fire will come.
To purge,
To weed out those not strong.
I am the fire,
So let it be known.
The Red Eyed General,
The Monster is home.