Red Star, Pt. 1 & 2 - King Buffalo

Pt.

1

Waking up in crimson glow

Vultures gathering on the ridge

Wondering what’s this place become

Shadows swallowing the sky

Arid dunes give way to jagged stone

Embers quivering in the mist

Burning flames dance across the sand

Blood and ashes on your lips

Sitting on an ivory throne

An iron hand glares down with lust

The fettered masses cry for gentle hands

Silence echoes from the sky

Pt.

2

Built with the backs of the destitute

The monolith stands wicked and red

Its cold black eyes gaze down shrouded in obsidian

Reaping the blood of the innocent

The obelisk demands a sacrifice

The time’s come for the shackled ones

To bring the tower, down down down

It’s getting late for the demagogues

Dispensing misery to the populous

Bellowing screams shout enough is enough

No more blood for the opulent

Damnation to the citadel

Nothing to lose but the weight of the chains

Burn the castle, down down down