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oh fuck i have to work on PMCH 3 after that help help help This song is about the gryphons, the griffons, the griffins, I even mention Gilda like two times there, so the song may be about her too. It's also about the most unfun activity in the world – taxes, and non-standard ways of coping with them. also I couldn't come up with a clever title so here we go, Act of Vengeance more like Tax of Vengeance amirite??? #brony #metal #mlp #pony =========me when============ You can buy my stuff here: – Bandcamp – Boosty (its like patreon but for russkies) Social stuff: – Twitter @grazdech – Mastodon – Twitch – VK dolbaeb#8720 – Discord tag – Soundcloud (The audiophile version of this is there along with some other stuff that isnt on yt) Spotify: : everything else: also same credits: everything except the solo – me majestic beautiful thrashy shreddy gigachad solo – @BlackenedBlue cover art – ========Lyrics======== Verse 1 All-consuming, cannibalistic The council of lords is a hedonistic Egotistic group, stealing from the common gryph is the reason they exist to this day There is a bakery, Gilda owns it, Burden, tax slavery, and she knows it like nobody else, she is searching for a way For her and many other gryphons not to pay Bridge 1 Trying their best, to conserve their place Our burden is increasing, liberty erased Chorus Another day, another tax, They get gold, we get scraps Whatever you say, I won’t pay up Time is up, cunts, get the fuck out Verse 2 Turmoil is brewing, in the darkness How can those who govern be so heartless Mindless leeches on our bodies Depraving us from our deserved prosperity Tariffs, levies, contributions Poverty, unrest and revolutions La solution finale du problème étatiste The gryphons will be free, or cease to exist Bridge 2 If we don't hang them We will break them If we don't break them We will burn them It'll be fine, it’ll be fine The council of lords is going to die Chorus Another day, another tax, They get gold, we get scraps Whatever you say, I won’t pay up Time is up, cunts, get the fuck out Interlude Be mindful of your taxes Who knows where they are going They might finance a war Or some asshole’s corrupt holding In the case of griffonstone They go towards the latter The citizens wait for a spark In storms regime will shatter 0-0-0-0-0-0 (3:27) What’s the point in baking scones If no one can buy them Half the income pays the loans Other half the council owns Gilda is mad, Gilda is angry No more demand, closing the bakery A choice lies in front of her Move to the pony land or… Solo callout Stay and fucking do something about it
