The Organ Player Lyrics
The people come and lay down on the ground,
They want to hear all the beautiful sounds,
Of the organ player.
But in the crowd is a bitter young man,
He can't accept what the other ones can,
That the song is greater than him,
Spreading vemon in the crowd,
Laughing high horses are loud.
The player plays ever furiously,
He won't be swayed from the right melody,
Because he knows its beauty,
The bitter man shoots his arrows of flame,
He's got to take out the source of his pain,
At the cost of righteous thinking.
Casting necromancer spells,
Summoning demons from hell,
The tones rise up,
And spill his cup,
He can't defeat this tune.
Casting necromancer spells,
Summoning demons from hell,
Another verse and the melodies rise,
A perfect tune doesn't need a disguise,
Cause there is no fighting,
And nature says what is high and is low,
Father Time will reveal what is show,
And the bitter man is falling.
The tones rise up,
And spill his cup,
He can't defeat this tune.
Another verse and the melodies rise,
A perfect tune doesn't need a disguise,
Cause there is no fighting,
And nature says what is high and is low,
Father Time will reveal what is show,
And the bitter man is falling,
To his knees,
On his knees,
On his knees,
On his knees.
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