Imperial legacy

 In the beautiful lodge
between those emerald hills we just took
initiating a new future
getting ready to build

The terrorist appears
the rose bud opening
each petal a threat
The timer was set, so life´s in a bunker

certain truths are just sharp knives
we cant be trusted to handle
So the mansion burns
down to coal caked girders
Destruction reads us a bedtime story

The terrorist appears clad in our fears
Moving behind the rose
initiating a future of his own
fed by a river of martyrs

vengence and a scented death
Funeral permission
cinders and coal black smoke
drink it all in
as you work on the next big weapon