Hold The Line

Have you locked your castle doors
'Cause if not, you're asking for
My catapult to crack 'em open
Then we'll get to blasting past your forces
Galloping in on our gallant horses
Joust you off of the back of yours
But I don't need a lance, just one open hand
To smack you back and forth
Should they clamber up my ladder
I'll stab 'em with my bastard sword
After, kick 'em off the ramparts
And damn, that bastard soared!
That's what happens
When no one has your back in war
I saw your attack coming before you swung it
You couldn't forecast it more
You're a serf, that's fact
It's sad, all that you can afford
Is a burlap sack
You have to get your ass some drawers
Keep the forges warm
'Cause I get so ravenous for gore
That I could gorge on half a boar
I'm gonna pack on more mass than Thor
If it isn't footwork that you put first
That's what bear traps are for
Use my lute to sing your eulogy
Then blast the battle horns

Steady hands and sure of foot
Kill while the killing's good
And hold the line
A coward dies a thousand times
A hero's made of wood
A god of war to do the things
A person never could
So hold the line
Hold the line

Has your blade been whetted?
If not I'll place a bet
That by the end of the day your head and your neck
Ain't gonna stay connected
For your sake, better pray you peasant
If you predictably aim your weapon
Then I'll feint and deflect, lay you to rest
'Cause I'm a crusader of legend
And they will be trembling at my battle cries
Raise up high the banners, fly
As I divide your squires into slices
I'm a savage guy
Seeking a sign of weakness
Don't let me see if you're bleeding
If you ain't dead, I'm killing your will to live
As you watch us pillage your villages
Too bad you don't have an inhaler
Your complexions never been paler
'Cause I ran a javelin through you
Just call me Vlad the Impaler
I'll taunt you into trying to take me
And then you're mine
Tenderize your skull with a maul
After, you're left to die
Then I'll gladly tear your fort down
'Cause I grab life by the horns now
If you've never done that before
Then flip your sword, I'll show you Mordhau

Steady hands and sure of foot
Kill while the killing's good
And hold the line
A coward dies a thousand times
A hero's made of wood
A god of war to do the things
A person never could
So hold the line
Hold the line

Steady hands and sure of foot
Kill while the killing's good
And hold the line
A coward dies a thousand times
A hero's made of wood
A god of war to do the things
A person never could
So hold the line
Hold the line