Swords

In the Land of forgotten swords
A band of banished whores
Stand to deceive the lords
Bands play for hords
Cultivating the ears and the souls
I play to knock down walls
Stand against us we leave holes
We use army helmets as bowls
We no zombies but we chopping they brains
Everything i speak is facts but as a chef i slice against the grain
And i season it a bit
Maybe that's, why y'all are salty
I made a whole album to prove I'm worthy
But the ones with the bricks did me like cirsey
I won't never beg or ask em for mercy
Just know I'm coming for y'all thrones adversely
In a time where no prophets exist
Yet everyone speaking with heresy

There's magic in our crimes
We're running out of time
The light at the end, there's no sign of it
In the distance



Credits
Writer(s): Abdulrahman Mansour Alghamdi
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