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letra de old king cole - the mechanisms

[verse 1]
old king cole was a brutal soul, and a bl–dy red soul had he
he called for his mead and his gun so cold, and he called for his little pigs three
now every piggy had a razor blade and sharpened it with glee
oh, far and near, they all learn fear from king cole and his little pigs three

[chorus]
factories churn, bodies burn
stars are shining bright
it’s your turn, now you learn
how king cole feasts tonight

[verse 2]
old king cole was not missold, of years he had a hundred score
the dark appliance of infernal science would give him millennia more
and he would watch as the suns burned out, collapsing from their core
oh, never to forgive he would eternal live, his hands dyed red by gore

[chorus]
factories churn, bodies burn
stars are shining bright
it’s your turn, now you learn
how king cole feasts tonight

[verse 3]
old king cole had conquered and stole the wealth of a thousand suns
surrounded was he by bodyguards three, who murdered for their sovereign’s fun
arrayed in armour black as ebony, it did no good to run
whatever your task, the grim pig mask would tell you that your life was done

[chorus]
factories churn, bodies burn
stars are shining bright
it’s your turn, now you learn
how king cole feasts tonight

[interlude]
“in the centre of zantine, capitol city of new constantinople, there stood a vast palace. cavernous chambers by their hundreds were cared for by staff too numerous to count, while below, tunnels and p-ssageways unused for a dozen lifetimes sprawled under the city like a spider’s web, reaching every nook and lurking place. somewhere in the centre of this labyrinth, there stood a small, unremarkable room, roughly hewn from thick black rock, where king cole sat on his white throne. his shrivelled form seemed all the more whithered on its ivory bulk, surrounded, as always, by the three little pigs: silent guardians who never moved nor spoke as the blood pooled on the floor before their ruler. the feast was soon to begin.”

[verse 4]
old king cole had a tale he told to those brought before his throne
immense and white it gleamed in the night, the colour of sun-bleached bone
he’d whisper softly in their ear, the words were never known
none could tell what was said, save for the dead and the three little pigs alone

[chorus]
factories churn, bodies burn
stars are shining bright
it’s your turn, now you learn
how king cole feasts tonight

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