| A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall
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| In its shadow, rival kingdoms battle for the spoils of war
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| Let us hear a humble soldier’s thoughts
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| Straight out the pages of the past a tale throughout the ages lasts
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| Longer than a battalion slain like a thousand blades of grass
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| From bounteous bays to mountain ranges, it’s too late alas
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| You’re out of range, about to break
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| No mount or blade could rein it back
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| A fatal trap, an axe stuck in a stranger’s back
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| No hesitating hazarding a guess endangers Satan’s wrack
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| You’re praying for the day that you could say you’re safe at last
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| But first you must remain tenacious and face a sustained attack
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| Your encampment cannot stay intact, it’ll be razed and stacked
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| By wave after wave after wave of faces masked
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| That invade in packs plagues of rats after table scraps
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| 'Til the only fact you know for sure is that this fable slaps
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| The state of battle incubates all manner of shameful acts
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| But in its absence civilised society just may collapse
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| It could happen in a few decades or just today perhaps
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| And it won’t wait to ask what you make of that just stating facts
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| A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall
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| Before a dozen lords, a hundred banners and a thousand swords
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| Heed another humble soldier’s thoughts
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| I’m the bringer of the force, another slinger of the swords
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| If we out here talking factions I rep kingdom of the Nords
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| This is my town, if I catch a Khergit they get torched
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| I’m the real wolf around here ain’t no worth in bringing yours
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| I clearly break my enemies, no fear of taking friends from me
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| I ain’t got no time for that, I’m here to shape my destiny
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| So if you try and stop me then the light is what you’ll never see
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| I’ll have to gift your head to king Ragnar as a centerpiece
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| We real ravens not the people to feel safe with
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| Deal hatred but we put work in to build greatness
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| Strength is got us an infantry, real dangerous
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| Archers giving us bodies we will paint with
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| This is what it came to, I’m medieval as they make you
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| I’m the piece of puzzle that you need to fit to play through
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| Surrender ain’t an option there ain’t anything we can’t do
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| So meet me on the front line before you meet the angels
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| A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall
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| Still they hold the fort in hope the dust settles just as before
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| Stirring another humble soldier’s thoughts
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| One of the first moors, torch the city walls
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| With a curved sword, all praises do swore my first born
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| Born for the war, let the herd swarm, kill 'em all
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| Let the blood soak the ground 'til the earth’s warm
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| Shook them to the Earth’s core before they saw the horses
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| They heard the roar, blood on the lips of a herbivore
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| Calling for their lord in a language you never heard before
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| No soul will reach heaven’s doors, our orders are burn them all
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| Furthermore, cut their head off, never let the serpent crawl
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| Furnaces light the night sky, igniting the urban sprawl
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| Church and school, herb and jewels, curtain closed, curtain call
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| Sword stab, sword slash, horizontal, vertical
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| No motion is wasted all formation is purposeful
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| Death comes for all of us but you going to see her first of all
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| And there’s fates worse than her, I know you heard before
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| And once you’re dead you’ll see the worst of all
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| A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall
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| Without foundations nations crumble to rubbled walls
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| Til all that’s left are echoes of a soldier’s thoughts |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle Rap , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming XXI: Rage Quit the Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп