Captains of industry
Perform their alchemy
Turning life to death
And into cash machines
Just sign the contract, no strings attached
Like a broken violin
Cast aside and tuneless
Once you've served their purpose here
Profit soars as Empire scores
Accounts grow as ink fills the forms
Bro-hymns roar, we smash down doors
Children scream as blood stains the floors
Crushed under the Boethian Wheel
Lost in History's steel mills
It seems the cycles never end
It seems the wounds will never heal
But under the whips and scorn of Time
Every Empire will decline
Soldiers in line and Gods up high
One by one they all will die
As the last resort of Kings
Comes crashing down with bows and slings
Kneel in the dust and dream
Of the day that we'll all sing
Goodbye! Farewell to industry
Let the captains sink down with their fleets
A thousand years' patrimony
Comes collapsing at our feet
From their pedestals they'll fall
Battlements toppled from their walls
Grand monuments burned to the ground
Tagged artifacts museum-bound
As the coffins sink into the ground
Witheren - Captains of Industry Lyrics
Witheren - Captains of Industry Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Captains of industry
Perform their alchemy
Turning life to death
And into cash machines
Just sign the contract, no strings attached
Like a broken violin
Cast aside and tuneless
Once you've served their purpose here
Profit soars as Empire scores
Accounts grow as ink fills the forms
Bro-hymns roar, we smash down doors
Children scream as blood stains the floors
Crushed under the Boethian Wheel
Lost in History's steel mills
It seems the cycles never end
It seems the wounds will never heal
But under the whips and scorn of Time
Every Empire will decline
Soldiers in line and Gods up high
One by one they all will die
As the last resort of Kings
Comes crashing down with bows and slings
Kneel in the dust and dream
Of the day that we'll all sing
Goodbye! Farewell to industry
Let the captains sink down with their fleets
A thousand years' patrimony
Comes collapsing at our feet
From their pedestals they'll fall
Battlements toppled from their walls
Grand monuments burned to the ground
Tagged artifacts museum-bound
As the coffins sink into the ground
Perform their alchemy
Turning life to death
And into cash machines
Just sign the contract, no strings attached
Like a broken violin
Cast aside and tuneless
Once you've served their purpose here
Profit soars as Empire scores
Accounts grow as ink fills the forms
Bro-hymns roar, we smash down doors
Children scream as blood stains the floors
Crushed under the Boethian Wheel
Lost in History's steel mills
It seems the cycles never end
It seems the wounds will never heal
But under the whips and scorn of Time
Every Empire will decline
Soldiers in line and Gods up high
One by one they all will die
As the last resort of Kings
Comes crashing down with bows and slings
Kneel in the dust and dream
Of the day that we'll all sing
Goodbye! Farewell to industry
Let the captains sink down with their fleets
A thousand years' patrimony
Comes collapsing at our feet
From their pedestals they'll fall
Battlements toppled from their walls
Grand monuments burned to the ground
Tagged artifacts museum-bound
As the coffins sink into the ground
Writer: Ben Meharg
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid