Duel

Blood to blood, lord to lord,

steal to steal, sword to sword.

Two grim men stand in a field,

mighty swords today they wield.

In old ruins with scattered trash,

sparks go flying as metals clash.

One slashes at the ribs going in for the attack,

the other blocks the strikes trying to get him back.

Blade, in a arch, at the head, full swing,

side step, in the branches, placing their bets, the vultures sing.

Aiming at the heart, dodge to the right,

a deadly dagger comes into sight.

Vultures screech as they hear the sound,

with all his dreams crumbled he falls to the ground.

Spillane blood, fallen lord,

cursed steal, forgotten sword.

one man walks from a field,

bloody sword next day he’ll wield.

dwarfs

All: Silver, beer, beard, and gold,

we are dwarfs and we are bold!

Solo: Brothers raise your hammers to the sky,

we bring victory or die!

All: Down below in deep deep cave,

lies our chief in crystal grave.

We fight for the one in obsidian helm,

who’s silver-white beard bears can over welm.

Solo: Slam your hammers to the floor!

We’ll fight great battles of ancient lore!

All:May our beards be thick and our axes sharp,

the elves can have there little harps.

Respect the forge of marble holm!

Solo: Fill your musettes with gun powder,

lock-n’-load sing brothers! Louder!

All: Silver, beer, beard, and gold,

we are dwarfs and we are bold!

Your flesh will be purged with bullet holes!

Solo: Let the Chief guard our souls!

Dear, fleas, flys,and other insects,

You bloody flee, you cursed fly!

I want you to die!

Your presence drives me insane,

just go and drown down in the sewage drain.

Why can’t you just die!

You cursed flea, You bloody fly!

In to a squashed little bug you I love to make,

because you fill me with hate.

I take a rolled up newspaper and smack you down!

Until you don’t move around.

And after your dead I say “yes.”

Then clean up the little mesh.

Your presence coses me lots of stress,

ticks, mustcedos, and all the rest!

Go back to the pit from which you came,

and don’t come out again.

Sorry for the rough words, but this is how I would like it to work.

I will not kill you, if you stay out of my way.

When I ask you politely, go away!

Now excuse my anger...

You f***ing flea, you stinking fly!!

Just can you die!!?!

Stay away and you’ll survive,

go back to your hive.

Do we have a agreement.

From, Angry Man.

Sorry if I offended anyone.

The plan

It’s all part of the plan,

can’t escape it if your beast or man,

it’s all part of the plan.

There’s no robots in my attic,

no laser turrets on my root.

There’s no portals in my closet,

like I said, You have no proff.

It’s all part of the plan,

can’t escape it if your beast or man,

it’s all part of the plan.

I’m one step a head of you,

actually more like a 110.

No doomsday devises,

designed to kill off all men!

It’s all part of the plan,

can’t escape it if your beast or man,

it’s all part of the plan.

I don’t have mutant monsters for sword and shield,

don’t have little critters for ears and eyes.

Didn’t make little truths and begins,

don’t have most powerful allies.

It’s all part of the plan,

can’t escape it if your beast or man,

it’s all part of the plan.

It’s All Part oF THE PLAN!

(evil laughter and then instruments with no singing for a while)

There’s no gremlins in my fridge,

no goblins hiding under my roof.

There’s no demons,ghosts,vampires or dragons,

like I said you have no Prof.

I pretend to be a evil genius for the fun of it.

A werewolf’s sadness

(slow and sad)

They snipped my claws,

They bound my jaws,

And what for

I don’t know.

Well…

(fast and lively)

I ate half the cattle, set a cottage to flame,

And who else could they blame.

The vampire is ashes, the dragon is dead,

The trolls a statue, and the warlock lost his head.

(slow and sad)

And now I have no friends with who to drink,

They vanished almost like in a blink.

And when I ask for a sip of beer,

The guards don’t even come near.

(not so tragic)

The guards right now are really dumb,

For they are drunk on whisky and rum,

And one offered me a sip,

And the chains lost there grip,

(fast and lively)

I ate the other half of the cattle,

Liked the liquor clean,

Ate a pretty girl wearing green.

Ouch.

(Slow and sad)

And now I am again in this cage,

And at the peak of my rage.

I broke out and ran in to the woods,

Good bye forever alcoholic goods.

Insane

Sailing through storm and wave,

That want to drive you to your grave.

We call this fun, you call it insane,

There’s something up in our brains,

That gives excitement when adrenaline flows through our vanes,

We call this fun, you call it insane!

We keep going out for more,

Even when death is knocking at the door.

We call this fun, you call it insane,

There’s something up in our brains,

That gives excitement when adrenaline flows through our vanes,

We call this fun, you call it insane!

Skiing on mountains of powder snow,

With no civilization around, ho,ho,ho.

It’s a gamble, so play your cards right,

And you won’t break a leg tonight,

We call this fun, you call it insane,

There’s something up in our brains,

That gives excitement when adrenaline flows through our vanes,

We call this fun, you call it insane!

Of a bridge on a piece of string,

Wandering what the future would bring.

If only I could fly,

I would launch in to the sky.

We call this fun, you call it insane,

There’s something up in our brains,

That gives excitement when adrenaline flows through our vanes,

We call this fun, you call it insane!

In the days of old ,

They went out with shield and sword.

To fight a dragon, troll, or other foul beast,

That on your flesh will gladly feast.

We call this fun, you call it insane,

There’s something up in our brains,

That gives excitement when adrenaline flows through our vanes,

We call this fun, you call it insane!

Under the sea trying not to drawn,

Once your there you look around.

Coral, seaweed, crabs, fish,

What other things to see you wish,

We call this fun, you call it insane,

There’s something up in our brains,

, That gives excitement when adrenaline flows through our vanes

We call this fun, you call it insane!

We’re adventures, we’re adrenaline addicts, we’re bloody insane.

Because, there’s something up in our brains,

That gives excitement when adrenaline flows through our vanes,

We call this fun… because it’s INSANE!!!

I share the feeling but most of these I never did my self.

Town of !#$^%#

O yeah, this is my town,

Always scum around,

Thief, rogue, pick pocket, whore,

Gangs and cops always at war,

For speaking of “good” you get punched in face,

And usually breaking a leg before leaving the place,

O yeah, this is my town,

To rules no ones bound,

No black knight around,

So do what ever the shit you please,

This is the city of assess and lies,

Every stranger has something up there sleeve,

And then you realize,

That O yeah, this is my town,

Do you hear that sound?

That’s a boy getting turn up by hid father’s hound,

O yeah, this is my town,

There’s profit to be found,

Women, drinks, cards, and weed,

What else would you need?

Spy, slave merchant, fallen priest,

Back-stabbing maid, stranger as bad as beast,

6-year-olds selling crack on the street,

He smocked and liked it, you never know what your meet,

O yeah, this is my town,

Don’t step in that mound,

The pipes are filled with mercury and lead,

There’s some kind of shit in every bed,

O yeah, this is my town,

To rules no ones bound…

So DO WHAT EVER THE SHIT YOU PLEASE!!

Na, na, n-na, naa, na,

Na, na, n-na, naa, na,

People hear are dishonest at best,

And you know about the reast,

Na, na, n-na, na, na, naaa,

Trrrrra,  BUM,

          Note I never lived in a big city, so this is completely based on media and my imagining  of a very big city.

Through wind, through rain,

Through fire and frost,

Through storm and cave,

We go at all cost,

 To save a princess,

To slay a beast,

And then come back and have a feast,

We go; we go, through mountains and snow,

We go; we go, through rivers flow,

To slay a dragon on leathery wings,

To fight for good with mountain kings,

Before the mountains age to dust,

Clime up them we must, We Must,

We fight for glory, honor, and love,

To change a land from crow to dove,

With swift steed, and sharp sword,

We will never get bored,

La, la, l-la, laa,

La, la, l-la, laa,

Through wind, through rain,

Through fire and frost,

Through storm and cave,

We go at all cost,

To slay a serpent that rules the sea,

To come and see what we can see,

We go; we go, through forest old,

We go; we go, with heads high and bold,

Come on, the limit is the sky,

So sprout a pair of wings and fly,

Over mountain, over plane,

Where windmills mill all kinds of grain,

We’ll die as – scratch that out,

We’ll be immortal when elixir touches our mouth,

Through wind, through rain,

Through fire and frost,

Through storm and cave,

We go at all cost,

Must of us will fail epiclly,

O well that means more gold for me,

La, la, la, laa,