A warriors song
Hearken to me you filthy thieves
Who prey on the weak
You cowards who hide among the trees
Come face my sword at this creek
You shout your words
Thinking they will hurt
Yet you are no more than cowardly birds
Who´s words are little more than a clump of dirt
Come and try to fight
Ill give you all a beat
I promise you I wont hit light
Come and get your treat