Lyrics:
That circled all the goblins, sent them to the crispy pyre
It seems we have come to the end of our tale
Our heroes have triumphed and swiftly set sail
knew what they’re fighting for
Their bodies bludgeoned, blistered, bled
Burnt by memories and pierced by broken truth
Our freedom for his body maimed
fast we forget
How we started the sketch
Soon as the check clears
We shift into next gear
Our hometown heroes
Be villains by next year
At this rate so
Oh the cowards came by morning and attacked without a warning
Leaving flames and death and chaos in our streets
In the middle of this fiery hell
How did we get here
Something went wrong
We worked hard for this life
That we don't want at all
For the gold and the comfort
We traded our souls
Now
needs and every broken piece can't be defeated by us all
Signs of misconduction
Our heroes are fucking dead
In my own dreams
I just realize that
Warriors of Light
Four brave souls, chosen by the crystals
The earth begins to rot
The wind dies, and the sea is wild
Prophecies foretold
Four heroes
by fate and false pretense
This world of warmth and resplendence
It's all a lie; we are deprived
Our heroes
Are hollow
Gone insane
Cursed to live
along the path of glory
With our blessing
Like heroes of ancient wars
Killing your ancestors!
You cannot say that I'm unaffected
By this hideous pace
doing our best
I wander the city by moonlight
the moonlight that lights up the last of the lost
and everyone knows, this is how it goes
and if we keep
to be the heroes
Today we are their trash
They took all our good will
And they shoved it up our ass
The welcome has worn out
For the red, white,
to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
These were our heroes, strictly for them zero's
For that Robert Deniro, niggas reload on them kilo's
Dodgin them people,
can't do the time"
But I'm rolling, so that's a fucked-up slogan
The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla by the Sizzler
Hitting up police killer
gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood
gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood
praise
Spring is so glorious in Wales
This is why Spring is so special in Wales
You'll know this if you live by our hills and vales
But if not here's
if we live or die
No heroes coming home, just dirt and unmarked stone
No martyrs made of our bones
We’ll fight it to our very last breaths, what’s
positively at our core
No egos, no heroes, just a collective push to the edge
Taking on challenges, making mistakes but always pledging
To learn, to grow,
the seed they were sowing.
Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.
In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes
And crawled about in confusion.
Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.
East end heroes got to score in...
The Battle of Epping Forest,
It's the Battle of Epping Forest,
Right
We survived the hunger
Glory
We have swum against the tide
Glory
Never cast asunder
Glory
Our victory and pride
Glory
I did this all by myself
Young boy is killed by a gun toting driver
He caught him, shot him, 'cause the kid went too far
When the man was asked why, he replied with
to be understood.
There is no school bell, only nursery.
Our heroes reward us with stars,
ever-still, ever-moving.
We sing to ourselves in our cars.
Music
that are gone
We can't hold onto what has been done
Don't waste your dreams, move on
We have no time to follow our heroes
We run away from
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