The Grand Design Songtext
von Greyborn

We cannot fight the grand design

We cannot fight the grand design

Rig the game, hope things go ill
The thirteen of clubs up your sleeve
Crave the light of a farce gone flagrant
Play to the crooked court
Smell the scent of a poisoned dagger
Hold it hidden behind your back
How many fell so we can rise?
Secrets call for lies

We cannot fight the grand design

We cannot fight the grand design


Bloody hands, lawless saviors
Reaping flesh, flying among vultures
Spread your wings for an unknown purpose
Their shadow veiling ghosts
The holy skies in a sinless slumber
Worshipped heavens with no ears
Pray to gods preying on you
Now that hope is overdue

We cannot fight the grand design

We cannot fight the grand design

We cannot fight the grand design

We cannot fight the grand design

We cannot fight the grand design

We cannot fight the grand design