Gonarch's Lair (ft. Feather) [demo4] (Patreon)

cover art by dexter daybreaker

featuring feather

—

[The dark lord is here!]

[That's the old passage to Ravenholme, we don't go there anymore]

[Pony Music]

When I pulled the sword

From the stone

Casting shadows

From the room

Headed back from Ravenholme

A stormy night

A haunted tune

Once reflected in the everclear

Boys without names became

Men yet untamed

Contained

Estranged

Some wandering lame

Two doors shut on the flame

No name to conquer the pain

Piano man plays through the dialtone

As biker gangs descend from Ravenholme

Should've stayed at home

Mother of many

Daughter of none

Bodies are plenty

Spoiled in rum

I know their secrets

I know my own

Call to the beast

Bring our men home

—

Oh

Deep inside the lair

Oh

Deep inside the

Yeah

Black ops

Hit the black top

In the black gulch

Just to plug the Rot

Strapped up

In chainmail

Hollow sludge

Sickened pale

Ancient spells

Secret trails

Platinum ships with

Flaming sails

Cascade for a Lucateil

Fuck these metros

I won't fail

Newgens

Want heroes

New gent

On death row

Smoke a bitch

In the big house

Then run it back

Let the coppers joust

No apologies

For the blank flanks

Took 'Bucka down

Just to hang blanks

Never knew me

'Till the ship sank

Killed a headcrab

For a blank slate

Oh

Deep inside the lair

Oh

Deep inside the

Yeah

Interrobang be like

Corner Folk

Clock a bitch

Till he's on the ropes

I did his tricks

I hit his dope

Put him on the list

So flies the crow

[Oh god]

So flies the crow

Like a bullet

Quadruped?

Bitch, I knew it

He a changeling

But in change

He ain't affluent

Uh

Newly wed to the

Wine, fish, and bread

Washing every fed

'Till the rivers run red

Going down and out

On the undertow

'Till I drag 'em down

Like a siren

Scale every cell

For the redhats

For the fires

They're first in line in

—

In the paper

Men were shouting

'Bout the girl

They never knew

Fifties crying

For a game

Once meant for kids

Now prime for two

Piano man holds his breath

The biker gangs loaded

Fifty stars on the chest

You know the rest

You know the rest

[Incursion warning]

The ice melts

Under the heat of our sons

Battered walls only go

When they come

[Incursion warning]

Girls only wanna have fun

The revolution is found in our fun

Founded in front

In the bright

Candlelight

Of neon

Shadows come alive

Tapestries

Burned long ago

'Fore the eons

Of our time