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Derelict
01:44
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Six Liberty Class migration transports drift in high orbit
Necessity will not make it much easier to ignore the six billion fortunate souls protected and chosen
Three billion left behind to boil with the ocean
Earth the second red planet ruby in the viewport
Birthed the children destiny sent as her death
So lay down the quarantine bid thee farewell
Her new fate to burn with Venus sisters in hell
Fallout the building blocks are unstable
Half life will take more generations than able
Some chose to burn with manger devotion but it's hard to romanticize radiation poison
Follow logic they're all dead
Leave a prayer with a radio transmit
Swallow regrets eyes ahead
Unleash the salvo glass the planet yeah
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Left Behind
02:02
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When the heavens break I'll be thankful to free some long dead weight
I'm not bitter in fact I'm ecstatic
God knows we need the space
If it's all the same to you I'd like to stay and see
We've got too much left to do to waste eternity on a cloud
So when the trumpet of God sounds for what's left of shattered mankind
I've got one simple request
I want to be left behind
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Belit's Gallows
01:56
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I miss the age of Hyboria where living and life made sense
I miss winters in Cimmeria where hard means as hard as it gets
Crom Set and Mitra
Gods for the godless
I miss Belit and Valeria with blood of slain men on their chests
Give me one day of prehistory
Children stay home until you get old enough to wander streets alone
Brothels and mead
Wands for the weak
A broadsword brings respect
All skulls crush eventually so live like it's all you get
Burn Tigress
From crimson rope on deck
King of Aquilonia Belit hangs from her neck
I miss the days of monsters not men
I miss the ways of way back when
Is that not how you remember it
Things have changed I guess
Oh well that's progress
Yet beads float red from a mast what's left in the darkest depths of it
From a forgotten wreck Belit still hangs from her neck
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Rocky Top
01:37
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Wish that I was on old Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top half bear the other half cat
Wild as a mink but sweet as soda pop
I still dream about that
Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good old Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee
Rocky Top Tennessee
Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top looking for a moonshine still
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top
Reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top
Ground's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get their corn from a jar
Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good old Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee
Rocky Top Tennessee
I've had years of cramped up city life
Stuck like a duck in a pen
All I know is it's a pity life can't be simple again
Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good old Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee
Rocky Top Tennessee
Rocky Top Tennessee
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