About this song
The golden grass of Oreskos is slick with Phyrexian oil. A king who once sought peace now offers a twisted mercy to his people. He will spare them all by making them one with the machine.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] The grass was gold and dry that morning, the sky tore open, white and wrong. A hand that I had trusted let them in. The porcelain was gentle going in. [Hook] Oil on the Oreskos grass, peace for every pride. I spared one throat with mercy, so now I spare them all. [Verse 2] They made me king the year Omala fell, I gave the ones who killed her back their lives. Now the soil is warm with what I plant, and every pride is coming home to me. [Hook] Oil on the Oreskos grass, peace for every pride. I spared one throat with mercy, so now I spare them all. [Turn] Ajani told me that the gods were only the shape of what a frightened people need. So nothing holy has to be born. It can be built. I have been built. [Hook] Oil on the Oreskos grass, peace for every pride. I spared one throat with mercy, so now I spare them all.
