Lyrics The Wicked Wheel - Triddana

The Wicked Wheel

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.