| Bitch I got some buzzards clawin' at my fuckin' stomach |
| I’m from the shadows, left the gallows, made the summit |
| Hear the trumpets rollin' in like it’s '300' |
| Let the battle feel ravaged, attack, and then we stack the bodies up |
| Yeah bitch, I got some buzzards clawin' at my fuckin' stomach (fuckin' stomach) |
| I’m from the shadows, left the gallows, made the summit (made the summit) |
| Hear the trumpets rollin' in like it’s '300' |
| Let the battle feel ravaged, attack, and then we stack the bodies up |
| Moon light shinin' off the armor that I’m 'bout to rip (I'm bout to rip) |
| Got no time to waste, so don’t worry I’ll make it quick (I'll make it quick) |
| Your death will be glorious, I’m emergin' victorious |
| Name is reignin' notorious, but this isn’t where the story ends |
| There’s no turning back now, just fire in the background |
| The spires overlook the bloody night, it’s in the past now |
| But it’s time, the grudge that I been holdin' is brewin' awfully potent |
| My shoulders shrug, I’ve had enough, I guess your time is up |
| Okay, my blade is itchin', ready up now, I smell the fear |
| This is where it ends, don’t look around, there’s no one for you here |
| It’s just you and me- |
| So motherfucker are you feelin lucky? |
| What’s it gonna be? Tell me, what’s it gonna be? |
| Kill, my blade stained, plain face |
| Say my fuckin' name |
| As my blood runs black, you can tell we’re not the same |
| See the fire in the sky and embrace of the storm |
| 'Cause I live by the sword and I’ll die by the fuckin' sword |
| Bury me- |
| Six feet deep, with steel around my flesh (My flesh) |
| By the sword and laid to rest |
| The stains turn into nightmares |