Mortiska
Member
Many will fall by my hand
The trespassing wolves will sever your right hand
They bow down at my feet and do exactly what I say
And they wouldn't have it any other way
Why do you think I have goats living in my house
And feed the rats and mice even when they're not about
And what's wrong with a little blood spilt
Whilst slaying an enormous dragon while wearing a kilt
I will be the final one inside the castle
If I find you trespassing around then you're a stupid asshole
I'ma gonna' feed you to the lions waiting downstairs
Your dead boy will be left down there for thousands of years
What fun would it be just to slit your throat
What good would it be to me to feed you to my goat
And why would I wanna forget about you and just go to bed
I'd rather unsheath my blade and fuckin cut off your head
Where is the exit in my little domain of red tents
The secret door that you seek is no longer important
Before you have the chance you will be locked up down there
Lost and pergatory in the dungeon downstairs
And down even think about trying to run away
The psychotic dementure of my head is fuckin here to stay
Why do I live this life and what's the purpose for my killing
Before I answer that your guts will be all over the ceiling
The trespassing wolves will sever your right hand
They bow down at my feet and do exactly what I say
And they wouldn't have it any other way
Why do you think I have goats living in my house
And feed the rats and mice even when they're not about
And what's wrong with a little blood spilt
Whilst slaying an enormous dragon while wearing a kilt
I will be the final one inside the castle
If I find you trespassing around then you're a stupid asshole
I'ma gonna' feed you to the lions waiting downstairs
Your dead boy will be left down there for thousands of years
What fun would it be just to slit your throat
What good would it be to me to feed you to my goat
And why would I wanna forget about you and just go to bed
I'd rather unsheath my blade and fuckin cut off your head
Where is the exit in my little domain of red tents
The secret door that you seek is no longer important
Before you have the chance you will be locked up down there
Lost and pergatory in the dungeon downstairs
And down even think about trying to run away
The psychotic dementure of my head is fuckin here to stay
Why do I live this life and what's the purpose for my killing
Before I answer that your guts will be all over the ceiling