Bollocks Diabalical from Mark V by Empire in Ruins

Bollocks Diabalical

Old man Bollocks held a secret,
In his ledger bound so tight,
What promised wealth and endless power,
But the darkness filled the night.

As the gossip spread about him
With staring eyes and evil grins

Now the town lies still and quiet,
With the lessons now deeply sown,
In the ruins of strong ambition,
Where the seeds of greed were grown.

With hope and fear entwined,
And now his future was realigned

Bollacks Diabalcle,
A tale of broken trust,
Where gold turns into gravel,
And dreams dissolve to dust.

Bollacks Diabalcle,
A dance of fate and chance,
Where shadows cloak the daylight,
And devils lead the dance.

They chased the phantom fortune,
Through alleyways and doubt,
But the truth was but an echo,
A whisper turned to shout.

Now the town lies still and quiet
Not a word mentioned of his name

Bollacks Diabalcle,
A tale of broken trust,
Where gold turns into gravel,
And dreams dissolve to dust.

Bollacks Diabalcle,
A dance of fate and chance,
Where shadows cloak the daylight,
And devils lead the dance.

It’s Bollacks Diabalcle X 4

• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• jazz-rock
• pop rock
• Japan