Solefald - 2011, Or A Knight Of The Fail lyrics

Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing k**er games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren't dead On July 21st, I saw Gurnemanz mourn In the ruins of '45, his uniform torn Parsifal in Bayreuth, a Knight of the Grail The Dictatorship defeated, a quest doomed to fail A wedding in Norway, the conductor's hand beckoned I flew out on July 22nd Landed in Oslo at 15:22 Three minutes later the Terror became true Saw Government buildings going in smoke I thought it was a video, it had to be a joke Stayed in the airport, safe and at distance Hardly a position that offers resistance Dramatize the Untergang, don't we, my artist friends That sweet sensation of an Angst that never ends But all a sudden, the threat became real Expanding ammunition made wounds that wouldn't heal Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing k**er games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren't dead I thought it was a film, it couldn't be right Terror took the form of a lunatic Knight Disguised as a policeman he k**ed 77 That was Oklahoma, our September 11th On the day two months after I lost my loved mother Everything changed from one day to another

All of a sudden, my grief was ours The young kept on dying, in spite of the powers That tried to help them, but the evil was strong And "you did this", O Heinous, the irreparable wrong In the Nation of Tolerance, the end of a Pact : People thought it was Islamist, m**ms were attacked Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing k**er games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren't dead The Kingdom wept and protested with roses I kept my uniform on and continued my poses They gathered at Young's and sang children's songs I kept listening to Burzum, unrepenting my wrong To mother and daughter, to father and son : I think Grief made us mad, each and every one I had wept for four months and only felt rage Gone were the days of the lyricist sage I saw an*lysts grapple with Freedom of Expression Using he ma**acre as a reason for Repression I spoke out against them, here Justice ends Not the kind of message that wins you new friends 2010, before everything went black 2010, now it's time to look back TOTENINSEL Skyene på himmelen vatnet i sjøen doggen på båtane kjem frå andedragi åt dei som søv under sypressane