[ BDZ - Painting of Infamy ]

[menes]

Yo the dream catcher, fist that gleams golden armor
War chariot ensemble muse a battle torn tornado
Form fatal, born in a spiked pit cradle
Sleep on nails pounded up through the bottom of a table
Blood in my eyes... from the strenuous tales
That thicken the lies... like a canibus veil
Have you impaled put ontop of my ship and set sail
Feel the fresh air by next year no flesh there
Etched bare
The cold north barbarian wearin your skull over his chest hair
You just stare hollow cranium warcries echo throughout your stadium
A gore filled sanatarium where souls spend the rest of their days
Trapped in a maze wandering the labyrinth dazed
The irony this place is located in a desolate plain
The galaxy of ones brain where there was never any change



When I mash on the gas in my chariot flames carry it
My six shooter my blade and my barb wire lariat
I ride to the scent of the wolf on the scene
Ride by my side and you'll see what I mean
I appear to the masses as poisonous gasses
In the rough shape of a human being

I wave my sword and I rattle my sheild
I slay the hordes in a battle for fields
An ancient warlord misplaced in time
Tragedy forewarned and placed in rhyme
Commanding respect and admirative silence
Using tools foreign to subjects of violence
My authority comes not from the heat that I hold
But from the pride of a man who wont repeat what hes told



menes

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