Woe to the People of Order - Technoblade’s War Ballad (Cami-Cat Full Cover)

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  • Опубликовано: 27 авг 2024
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    Lyrics:
    Oh violence does call me, I’ve answered before
    I’d made many enemies, I’d settled my scores
    But I did grow weary and I settled down
    And proudly bore the weight of my crown
    I lived on my lonesome away in the far
    Where there was no violence to trouble my heart
    I’d hung up my sword and I’d raised up my hoe
    And I lied as I said that I ne’er would go
    But came a cry from a man that I’d known
    Someone to whom rare compassion I’d shown
    And so I opened up my door
    To the man who promised me blood and war
    Oh woe to thee, ye people of order
    I hope your homes continue to smolder
    And that you never rise again
    And leave me be and leave my friends
    I followed him far to a distant land
    Where he had been exiled by one single man
    His horns they were wicked, his power was great
    And you looked in his eyes and were swallowed by hate
    He took me to shelter, his humble abode
    A pitiful cavern his comrades called home
    He handed me bedding and bid me adieu
    And I sat and pondered on what I should do
    For I craved violence, I crave to be free
    From the people who wish to control me
    Yes I believe in anarchy’s reign
    I know that dictators only bring pain
    Oh woe to thee, ye people of order
    I hope your homes continue to smolder
    And that you never rise again
    And leave me be and leave my friends
    I prepared for battle, I hoarded and schemed
    But I did not know all was not what it seemed
    My allies unstable, their loyalty thin
    Yes we would have victory but what would we win?
    The battle was chaos, blood roared in my ears
    A chain of explosions, they looked up with fear
    They set up a leader and shouted hoorays
    And I shuddered and realized that I’d been betrayed
    “Is this what you want, corruption and power?
    Well I won’t stand for it, this is my hour!
    Take on these beasts, I’m now friend to none
    If you think you’re a hero, then die like one”
    Oh woe to thee, ye people of order
    I hope your homes continue to smolder
    And that you never rise again
    And woe to those who called me a friend
    I fled until silence was all I could hear
    The voices once screaming now hummed in my ears
    The cold it was lonely but I was alone
    And I promised that I’d not let blood taint my home
    But then came a message from my only friend
    “Oh warrior hide, or else this is the end
    They’ve bound up my wings and they hunt for your head
    They promised me justice; but they’ll see you dead!”
    They came to me with an armed battalion
    Held an ax to my innocent stallion
    And said “Now it is your turn to bow!
    See how the king has fallen now?”
    They raised an anvil and laid me below
    They thought to crush me painful and slow
    But I did live, and I did flee
    And I put my pick through the butcher’s teeth
    Oh, Woe to thee, ye people of order
    I hope your homes continue to smolder
    And that you never rise again
    And woe to those who called me a friend
    (The final verse was in a comment on the original! Elias Wilcoski: www.youtube.co...)
    I returned from battle all tattered and worn
    And stumbled upon a poor child forlorn
    He told me his story, he told me his woes
    As I thought up a plan for our mutual foes
    I stealthily went to familiar lands
    As I gathered my weapons and laid out my plans
    But when the poor child spoke with friends he had known
    He abandoned our mission and left me alone
    I gathered my hounds and made them devour
    The allies I once knew; sweet friendships now sour
    And let explosions rain from on high
    And gladly bid my final goodbye
    Oh woe to thee, ye People of Order
    I hope your homes continue to smolder
    And that you’ll never rise again
    And woe to those who called me a friend
    Oh woe to thee, ye People of Order
    I hope your homes continue to smolder
    And that you’ll never rise again
    Now leave me be for this is the end
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