The Wicked Wheel - Triddana

Guard your patch, crave their ground,

The lines I traced are before your yes…

To tempt you, to divide you

To shake the rust from the old art.

Then truce came and I laughed hard

At words that won’t soothe your angry mind

Your fate is to be drawn in…

My game board’s set and awaiting.

Mutual curse, war cry, both heralds slain

I can’t help but taste this day of chaos.

RAGE ON, RAGE ON,

That the wicked wheel needs turning

RAGE ON, RAGE ON,

State you greatness

RAGE ON, RAGE ON,

That you think history will enshrine

One whole page for you.

This lad will die so lonely

When greed turns man to dust so soon

His name won’t be remembered

Carved on a stone that’s to erode.

Your great deeds make fine seeds

They lie beneath and are all alike

To please me, to release me,

The wheel prepares for a new turn.

Your guts and little glory

Are spread like compost in your last breath

You glimpsed me, when you realized

That no one’s sorry for your death…

But I did give meaning to your days

Then you might just thank me for such service.

RAGE ON, RAGE ON,

That the wicked wheel needs turning

RAGE ON, RAGE ON,

State you greatness

RAGE ON, RAGE ON,

That you think history will enshrine

One whole page for you.