Oh, How Cold And Treacherous

Open Glory

Tis, such a beautiful day

Tis, such a beautiful sight

Behold its open glory

Let the wildness spread free

Into the oceans, onto the land

Let it pour through your heart,

With its demand

For now you know you are not alone

Don't haste in your departure

Gold will spread throughout

Your land along with it

You will forget, tis only a matter of the heart

Greed will over power you 

Till the very deed of your death bed

You were once so mighty

A young heart so pure

You had the world

As it had you

Now you are dying

And the world moves on

Where is your gold, sir

And your many admirers

You were once a mighty

Man, so bold and bright

You thought for king and country

Not so long ago

Now you are corrupted

And oh, what a pity it has become

Now you are old and wrinkled down

Your riches nowhere to be seen

You will die as a fly

Nothing more, for you have fallen into

Its silent trap.

It was once so alluring

But you forget your home

Was the world

Her beauty was enticing  

Was it not

Sleep now sir and pray

Your time is up