Idle Hands

A thousand arms have descended from the heavens
To storm the gates of our vast kingdom
They will have no forgiveness, no mercy
I will not fall to, to these demons that plague my mortal soul
The suffering will be great
But I will stay loyal to the rightful throne
Beneath the placid surface lurks a beast
Baring the seven heads of revelation
Ready to devour anyone who answers to its call
The trumpets blow to warn those
Not told of the eve of our destruction
God help us

Calls
The trumpets blow to warn those
Not told of the eve of our destruction
God help us
The king's horsemen have begun
The ride to the edge of the world
Nothing will be left in the wake of their path
A thousand arms have descended from the heavens
To storm the gates of our vast kingdom

They will have no forgiveness, no mercy
I will not fall to, to these demons that plague my mortal soul
The suffering will be great
But I will stay loyal to the rightful throne
Beneath the placid surface lurks a beast
Baring the seven heads of revelation
The king's horsemen have begun
The ride to the edge of the world
Nothing will be left
Nothing will be left
A thousand arms have descended from the heavens
To storm the gates of our vast kingdom

They will have no forgiveness
I will not fall to, to these demons that plague my mortal soul
I will not fall to, to these demons that plague our mortal soul
Oh God helps us