The Patriarchs Songtext
von Hex Crow

It was on february 29
A day I can′t forget
The masked-up riders had it all prepared
On the new nation's day
The feast was their plan
The three patriarchs just couldn′t escape

The unreachable ones
The rulers of this new whole world
The untouchable ones
Their heads got to roll


Science, power, order
White lead, Red lord, Green duke
They all had to go
They all got blown

The white lead was the first,
His head got sliced away
The green one drank the cup that led his death
The soldiers lost their way
The red lord tried to escape
A purple torch flied and melted his chest

Science, power, order
White lead, Red lord, Green duke
They all had to go
They all got blown