Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steamworld Quest (The Epic Rap of Gilgamech), artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 13.05.2019
Song language: English
Steamworld Quest (The Epic Rap of Gilgamech) |
Attention, adventurer! |
Fetch a couple of friends at once |
And then come up to the entrance of my den the one with the pretentious front |
See my intention is to send you on a journey |
Just sign here, here and here, no need to pester your attorney |
I can assure you all it’s all above board, ensuring your return |
It’s all insured and after all I’m sure you can all afford a gurney |
Right then, who’s ready for excitement? |
Who’s very good at delicately repelling furry pikemen? |
Excelling when you fight them, dishing out heroic strikes |
No crying either, I require my hires to be the stoic type |
And go in like the clappers, arms flailing like some nineties rappers |
Hyped up to slap whatever surprise attackers might come at us |
Psychopathic type, to grab a tiger by the knackers |
Stare him right in the eye and sigh «pff, like it matters» |
Crikey, that was quite a tangent, let me wind it back a tad |
I’m combining violent acts with grinding knights and baccarat |
My new type of battle rap, thrice as nice as past examples |
We three are the real deal, you’re manufactured plastic samples |
I’m basked in candlelight, casting magic from fantastic angles |
Like hammers smacking anvils so fast |
Your wider family’s entire future, present and their past is canceled |
I know that has to rankle, but show me that you’re thankful |
And I might just let you leave the table breathing |
Without the need for fatal beatings to alleviate your evil deeds |
We are by far the hardest |
Of ménage à trois this side of Mars |
No need to mine for gold now, we’re bringing giant bars |
You can’t be coming in our town and chucking your cards down |
You just interrupted a game, look this is my round |
So shut up and be quiet now, before you get sparked out |
'Cause every crustacean’s just made of mush under that hard shell |
We’ll fight peasants, knights, kings crying «guards, help» |
While we rain fire down and shout «where are your gods now?» |
But you know what? |
There’s more to us than all the pain we’re dealing |
What about the pain we’re feeling, too, that pain needs healing |
There’s only so much strain a lone brain can take and keep in |
From the nascent morning’s warm rays to evening |
Before the walls will break and all the caged frustration seeps in |
We’re waist deep in freezing water that won’t wait to deepen |
Each of us believes we’re alone in separated pieces |
But this way of thinking’s way too frequent, so we need to change the sequence |
We need to speak to mates that we relate to who may be feeling |
Each as isolated and unappreciated and drained of meaning |
It’s a way to vent and ventilate, the steam you may be breathing |
Put together we can overcome our heads and slay the demons |
Make a team, cooperate, collaborate cohesively |
And we will take on what we face and beat the danger easily |
Trivia, you can’t spell steam without team |
Facts, you can’t expect help without saying «help me» |
Without being down to help out with the helping |
And you can’t be down to help out without helping |
And you can’t help out without helping yourself |
Here’s a helping of self-help, stop doubting yourself now |
'Cause if you can’t help doubting I doubt the doubt’s helping |
But anyway, I digress |
This song’s about steamworld quest |