Battle of the Species - Antibalas

Baby slow down The end is not as fun as the start Please stay a child somewhere in your heart I'll give you everything you want Except the thing that you want You are the first one of your kind And you feel like no-one before You steal right under my door And I kneel 'cos I want you some more I want the lot of what you got And I want nothing that you're not Everywhere you go you shout it You don't have to be shy about it Some things you shouldn't get too good at Like smiling, crying and celebrity Some people got way too much confidence baby I'll give you everything you want Except the thing that you want You are the first one of your kind And you feel like no-one before You steal right under my door I kneel 'cos I want you some more I want the lot of what you got And I want nothing that you're not Everywhere you go you shout it You don't have to be shy about it, no And you'll never be alone Come on now show your soul You've been keeping your love under control Everywhere you go you shout it You don't have to be shy about it Everywhere you go you shout it Oh my my And you feel like no-one before You steal right under my door I kneel 'cos I want you some more I want you some more, I want you some more...

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah His Truth is marching on I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel As ye deal with my contempters so with you my grace shall deal Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel Since God is marching on He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul to answer him be jubilant, my feet Our God is marching on Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah His Truth is marching on His Truth is marching on

Ensorcelled, corrupted Upon the throne in silence Confounded, distracted Distorted by the power Of magic, and darkness Betrayed by anger in my eyes In madness, and blindness The battle has begun Is it war that corrupted the men? Or the prophecy is unfolding? Do we have enough time To demand a new life To prevent the death it's causing? When a tear's falling down to the sand And the grief of hope is rising Is it fate that is binding your hands When in life or in death you are obliged to stay On the day of the call to arms Over the lands laid low before darkest night On the day of the call to arms Our fate will be decided once again With a war till the end when The armies ride to the mountain They'll fight for a future Far away, far away The battle has begun Ahead of the mountain They'll fight for a future Far away, far away It's the battle of the five armies For the gold beneath the mountain stone They will fight in the battle of the five armies For the gold beneath the dragon's lair They will fight once again Confounded, distracted Trapped by a stone of power Ensorcelled, corrupted Await the final hour In madness, and blindness Bewitched by shadows in my mind Of magic, and darkness The moment has arrived Is it war that corrupted the men? Or the prophecy is unfolding? Do we have enough time To demand a new life To prevent the death it's causing? When a tear's falling down to the sand And the grief of hope is rising Is it fate that is binding your hands When in life or in death you are obliged to stay On the day of the call to arms Over the lands Laid low before darkest night On the day of the call to arms Our fate will be decided once again The armies are riding to the mountain That war was the time Where my journey began We walked from far away Toward the Mountain Where the home of the clan awaited His war was the time where our journey began He was the chosen one And claimed the Mountain Where the home of the dwarves is rising Is it war that corrupted the men? Or the prophecy is unfolding? Do we have enough time To demand a new life To prevent the death it's causing? When a tear's falling down to the sand And the grief of hope is rising Is it fate that is binding your hands When in life or in death you are obliged to stay On the day of the call to arms Over the lands laid low before darkest night On the day of the call to arms Our fate will be decided once again With a war till the end when The armies ride to the mountain They'll fight for a future Far away, far away The battle has begun Ahead of the mountain They'll fight for a future Far away, far away It's the battle of the five armies For the gold beneath the mountain stone They will fight in the battle of the five armies For the gold beneath the dragon's lair They will fight once again