Three Neuron Kings — текст песни (Disillusion)

A battle, state and inconvenient,
A battle fought so acute in pride.
A curse or rather plague, a fever,
Nailed me to the fireside.

At a crackling wood`s spark flight to the skies,
The tempest king, he claims the throne.
But halts in stride as equal legions
Melt into the leader`s tone.

An elder king arose
From blood soaked fallow battlefields
With orders calm at urgent voice
And reasoning as iron shields.

And dreadful words it were
As he spoke of abandonment
Thus I shivered as the Tempest,
As his fever came upon my hand.

Then swords were risen by the brave
As for me I rose a twig towards the skies.

And no one would withdraw
One`s eyes were as the fiend`s.
All men in flames and zeal.
As ire filled to burdening air.

While two in brawl for the throne
A third with grins on stainless cheeks
In bushes watching in conceal
Delighted of the bleak.

At sudden startled,
Dismay had dropped my twig
I turned down the fireside
And the last sparks of the night
Lit the my paths with golden wings
Sensing me and my Three Neuron Kings.