Ex/The Mill of Events

[Instrumental intro] [Heavy Distorted Guitar Riff] [Aggressive Drum Blast] [Industrial Sound] [Verse 1] [Deep Gritty Voice] [Heavy Bass] The mill of events Is spinning its rusted blade! The wheel of fortune Into the abyss has strayed! The ants are feasting On the ashes of cigars, And out-of-tune fanfares Are screaming at the stars! [Chorus] [Powerful Growl] [Double Kick Drums] Oh, oh, oh! I’m trapped in this hellish mess! Ah, ay, ay! The price for my greed, I confess! Everything was perfect, But only for a while, Now it’s just terrible... The death of the game’s style! Oh, oh, oh! [Verse 2] [Aggressive] [Fast Riffing] The white is all stained, Reeking of sulfur and yellow! The heart is puzzled, A heavy, burdened fellow! I’m straightening my shoulders, But my wings are torn and old, I only fly in my nightmares, The batteries are dead and cold! [Chorus] [Maximum Volume] [Screaming] Oh, oh, oh! I’m trapped in this hellish mess! Ah, ay, ay! The price for my greed, I confess! Everything was perfect, But only for a while, Now it’s just terrible... The death of the game’s style! Oh, oh, oh! [Bridge] [Epic Guitar Solo] [Slowing Down to Doom Metal] The wheel of fortune... Rolled into the abyss... For the mill of events Spins its blade like this! [Outro] [Heavy Riffs] [Fading with Feedback] Oh... oh... oh... Into the void! [End] [Silence]