Ice up in my veins as Im turned to cold
Eyes up on the name Midas turn ya to gold
Lies up in my face it made a wilting rose
Guise off with the fangs it was all for the show
There was a bag with a body a feelin of doughty a river the trolly
A man disappeared
The spirit is calling I live with the fallen the trees and the knowledge
The charioteer
Ominous Im not with commoners Im in the
Bottomless pit of the promises feel like Im
Spartacus leading a populace takin no hostages
Isnt it marvelous giving them fear