Battle Rap - Dan Bull, Genesis Elijah, Duane Jackson

A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall

In its shadow, rival kingdoms battle for the spoils of war

Let us hear a humble soldier’s thoughts

Straight out the pages of the past a tale throughout the ages lasts

Longer than a battalion slain like a thousand blades of grass

From bounteous bays to mountain ranges, it’s too late alas

You’re out of range, about to break

No mount or blade could rein it back

A fatal trap, an axe stuck in a stranger’s back

No hesitating hazarding a guess endangers Satan’s wrack

You’re praying for the day that you could say you’re safe at last

But first you must remain tenacious and face a sustained attack

Your encampment cannot stay intact, it’ll be razed and stacked

By wave after wave after wave of faces masked

That invade in packs plagues of rats after table scraps

'Til the only fact you know for sure is that this fable slaps

The state of battle incubates all manner of shameful acts

But in its absence civilised society just may collapse

It could happen in a few decades or just today perhaps

And it won’t wait to ask what you make of that just stating facts

A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall

Before a dozen lords, a hundred banners and a thousand swords

Heed another humble soldier’s thoughts

I’m the bringer of the force, another slinger of the swords

If we out here talking factions I rep kingdom of the Nords

This is my town, if I catch a Khergit they get torched

I’m the real wolf around here ain’t no worth in bringing yours

I clearly break my enemies, no fear of taking friends from me

I ain’t got no time for that, I’m here to shape my destiny

So if you try and stop me then the light is what you’ll never see

I’ll have to gift your head to king Ragnar as a centerpiece

We real ravens not the people to feel safe with

Deal hatred but we put work in to build greatness

Strength is got us an infantry, real dangerous

Archers giving us bodies we will paint with

This is what it came to, I’m medieval as they make you

I’m the piece of puzzle that you need to fit to play through

Surrender ain’t an option there ain’t anything we can’t do

So meet me on the front line before you meet the angels

A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall

Still they hold the fort in hope the dust settles just as before

Stirring another humble soldier’s thoughts

One of the first moors, torch the city walls

With a curved sword, all praises do swore my first born

Born for the war, let the herd swarm, kill 'em all

Let the blood soak the ground 'til the earth’s warm

Shook them to the Earth’s core before they saw the horses

They heard the roar, blood on the lips of a herbivore

Calling for their lord in a language you never heard before

No soul will reach heaven’s doors, our orders are burn them all

Furthermore, cut their head off, never let the serpent crawl

Furnaces light the night sky, igniting the urban sprawl

Church and school, herb and jewels, curtain closed, curtain call

Sword stab, sword slash, horizontal, vertical

No motion is wasted all formation is purposeful

Death comes for all of us but you going to see her first of all

And there’s fates worse than her, I know you heard before

And once you’re dead you’ll see the worst of all

A mighty empire has risen and thus must fall

Without foundations nations crumble to rubbled walls

Til all that’s left are echoes of a soldier’s thoughts