Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blade With No Name, artist - JT Music.
Date of issue: 05.10.2018
Song language: English
Blade With No Name |
Dear father, I’m sorry you’re not proud |
Sparta’s hard enough for a dropout |
You should’ve watched me fall down |
Hit the ground runnin' - it’s a marathon now |
From marble, my heart’s been carved out |
Chiseled the doubt off, vision is sharp now |
Don’t bother the bull if you’re not into horns |
You’re bringin' my inner Minotaur out |
Knocked down and got frowned upon |
Lost count of how far I’ve come |
I tower on mount Olympus now |
Gods will bow — Thunderclouds, begone |
Fuck destiny, it never meant shit |
Whats family? |
I’ve been neglected |
Tossed off a cliff. |
left for dead |
This rejected kid just got resurrected |
If I wrote a poem it would be epic |
Take notes, homer — I’m a legend |
Because I descended from Leonidas |
And my touch is twice as deadly as Midas' |
One thing you’re never gonna see |
An army of 300 stopping me |
Forget Ephors and Oracle prophecies |
You’re not in charge of me — Democracy |
So far I don’t got a creed |
But stopping corruption is my philosophy |
Geometry — I’ve got degrees |
Smart — since when can a spartan read? |
Yo Herodotus, come along with me |
You don’t wanna miss another odyssey |
I’m an apologist for mythology |
An Artemis reincarnate with archery |
Poseidon retired, I got his seas |
Hercules is a cheap knockoff of me |
Cuz I’m capable of double the colossal feats |
But I don’t want a gold medal, let me don a wreath |
You’re not gonna get a branch from an olive tree |
If you wanna start a public argument |
I’ll give you some of Socrates' hemlock to sip |
Or Sparta kick you off this acropolis |
I keep an eye locked on my target I’ve got Cycloptic focus |
So I won’t be spotted with the local drunken, lotus-eating homeless |
I’ll be the strongest of any legend to ever become historic |
I am a warrior — doesn’t mean I’m gonna be heroic |
Broken down shamed and betrayed |
Came back a blade with no name |
I feel like changing the game |
Your banal battle-cries are in vain |
Fight not for glory and fame |
Vengeance cannot be contained |
You’ll learn too late, I became |
Much more than just a blade with no name |
I’m like a colossus with no possible obstacle on earth to stop it |
Have you heard how my grandpa turned Xerxes armies into Persian carpets |
This is his weapon that I wield, earned it — then learned to flaunt it |
I hope you all brought a shield — so I can return you on it |
Threaten me and I’ll respond with |
An effective phrase, in laconic |
Then just like an ancient tongue |
When I’m done with you, you’ll be long forgotten |
Now you’re in deep, and you cannot swim |
Blood in the water- shark fin |
Sight like medusa — locked in |
Ask my last victim- I rocked him |
Malaka, hand over the artifacts |
They’re family heirlooms, I want 'em back |
Apocalypse — I should be stopping that |
Feel like Atlas, I got the world on my back |
Forget the grace of gods, I already got a great cause |
Restoring order doesn’t mean I don’t cause some chaos |
With every combatant, I’ve battled as soon as both our blades cross |
They get the labyrinth-look on em like they now that they lost |
Predictable story, typical moral |
Just like when Icarus learned he was mortal |
When I ask «You ready for war» |
If you didn’t know, it’s rhetorical |
Who sees through the eyes of an eagle? |
Who speaks for the silent and feeble? |
Who leaps from the height of a steeple? |
You sleep while she fights for the people |
Like the song of a siren, she’s lethal |
Precise to the eye of a needle |
Titanic, unrivaled, unequaled |
Her creed is to die in a free world |
Broken down, shamed and betrayed |
Came back a blade with no name |
I feel like changing the game |
Your banal battle-cries are in vain |
Fight not for glory and fame |
Vengeance cannot be contained |
You’ll learn too late, I became |
Much more than just a blade with no name |