Rift Giant Hubris lyrics
Hubris
Rift Giant
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Forced awake by blaring horns and an enemy on all sides
Warriors riding lizard beasts with glistening, rippling hides
Arrows levelled, spears out-thrusting and we're still lying in sand
Sickened from our vortex-journey we can barely stand
Biting down on vertigo we try to rouse and fight
Drunken, unsteady, but on our feet, we pack our circle tight
Fingers fumbling at our belts, they're clasping after guns
We bring our pistols out to bear, shafts gleaming in the sun
A clap of thunder shakes the skies
Screams and blood amidst the firе
This world will come to fear us
This world we claim our own
Stеpping over smouldering corpses riddled through with holes
We watch the surviving reptile riders flee from us in droves
Three score made it through the rift, and three score still remain
Unslinging rifles from off our backs we focus on our aim
A clap of thunder shakes the skies
The kill-count rises ever higher
This world will come to fear us
This world we claim our own
We leave that place of blood and death decaying beneath the sun
Just piles and piles of butchered flesh, a feast of carrion
We plot a course to distant trees, a forested mountain slope
And shoot the natives with great aplomb, if they stray too close
A clap of thunder shakes the skies
We cheer and roar with every stride
This world will come to fear us
This world we claim our own
Warriors riding lizard beasts with glistening, rippling hides
Arrows levelled, spears out-thrusting and we're still lying in sand
Sickened from our vortex-journey we can barely stand
Biting down on vertigo we try to rouse and fight
Drunken, unsteady, but on our feet, we pack our circle tight
Fingers fumbling at our belts, they're clasping after guns
We bring our pistols out to bear, shafts gleaming in the sun
A clap of thunder shakes the skies
Screams and blood amidst the firе
This world will come to fear us
This world we claim our own
Stеpping over smouldering corpses riddled through with holes
We watch the surviving reptile riders flee from us in droves
Three score made it through the rift, and three score still remain
Unslinging rifles from off our backs we focus on our aim
A clap of thunder shakes the skies
The kill-count rises ever higher
This world will come to fear us
This world we claim our own
We leave that place of blood and death decaying beneath the sun
Just piles and piles of butchered flesh, a feast of carrion
We plot a course to distant trees, a forested mountain slope
And shoot the natives with great aplomb, if they stray too close
A clap of thunder shakes the skies
We cheer and roar with every stride
This world will come to fear us
This world we claim our own
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