(old war poem i wrote robin hood times )
its time to make way for ye chariots
so sound ye alarms
knock down the doors while we smoke ye
bong
ride out thru the castle to parade thy town
will take it by morning without a sound
by nightfall we will party with the moon
and scream for your doom
as your wife screams for more room
but she is expendable so whack and a
boom
we are plain ruthless we savage by night
but when morning rises we are ye knights
of the fallen skies nation
so dont cry for me sins cry for salvation
when we ride throu your town
it will be truly ares for the taking
well light fire and shove it deep in your
arse
watch you struggle not to make a farce
and explode ye self
we are just soldiers we implode ourselves
with wealth and woman
and explode ourselves on ye wealth &
women
as we indulge ourselves on ye
wealth and women
till we had no more and say no
to ye wealth and thy women
likely when were old or
when a dagger pierces our souls
until then we are disgraced soldiers
and barbarians in large folds
No comments:
Post a Comment