like wheat beneath a scythe And though our limbs maybe weary Of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows We face an endless host of foes How heavy this axe
wheat beneath a scythe And through our limbs may be weary of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows We face an endless host of foes How heavy this axe
like wheat beneath a scythe And through our limbs may be weary of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows We face an endless host of foes How heavy this axe
drink with a steady hand It's all free No need for membership Premium businessmen believe me it's blacksmith Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a battle axe
with a steady hand It's all free No need for membership Premium businessmen believe me it's blacksmith Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a battle axe
his lyrical axe with arrows in his back The Crying Freeman Lord, had the fist of the North Star The War God, swung his sword hard In parks, lobbies and
lyrical axe with arrows in his back The Crying Freeman Lord, had the fist of the North Star The War God, swung his sword hard In parks, lobbies and school
