1000 severed headz


count em out 1,2,3,4
maybe 1000 severed heads or more
scattered all about the battlefield floor
war trophies, casualties of war.
Nobody knows where i'm coming from next,
till my sword blade cuts right through your neck.
You don't have a clue just what to expect,
but what you can expect is a painfull death.

Yeah, if you are enemy foe or rival,
you ain't even got a little hope of surival.
Your crew is gonna get slayed one by one.
There'll be no-one left stading when the battle is done.
Your misdirected strategy leaves you to fail,
while I prevail, then I impail.
My original tactics are now mythical,
my power is supernatural and mystical.
To me victory is always guaranteed,
so if you dare to battle me, you will face defeat.
Your spirit crushed, death always follows -
your bragging and arrogant threats now seem hollow.
My vocalised aggresion stored on magnetic tape,
will reveal your fate, you cannot escape.
Your desperate retreat reveals a cowardly streak,
a lack of strength and a spirit that is weak.
count em out 1,2,3,4
maybe 1000 severed heads or more
scattered all about the battlefield floor
war trophies, casualties of war.
Nobody knows where i'm coming from next,
till my sword blade cuts right through your neck.
You don't have a clue just what to expect,
but what you can expect is a painfull death.

count em out 1,2,3,4
maybe 1000 severed heads or more
scattered all about the battlefield floor
war trophies, casualties of war.
Nobody knows where i'm coming from next,
till my sword blade cuts right through your neck.
You don't have a clue just what to expect,
but what you can expect is a painfull death.
What you gonna do when the fists start flying,
and kicks start flying, and people start dying?
And swords start flying, the situation violent,
and I reign over the battle like a tyrant.
Heavy rain storms and thunder rolls.
Your fear makes you panic and you start to loose control.
No more techniques and strategies are left,
the only thing remaining is the prospect of death.
Downhearted and disillusioned you can't continue.
Your whole demeanour reveals the coward within you.
Lightning flashes as my sword blade slashes,
through your bone as it crushes and smashes.
The battle now over, your army lies dead,
and one by one I remove all the heads,
as an indication of how many people were killed.
The battlefield flooded with the blood that has spilled.
Count em out 1,2,3,4
maybe 1000 severed heads or more
scattered all about the battlefield floor
war trophies, casualties of war.
Nobody knows where i'm coming from next,
till my sword blade cuts right through your neck.
You don't have a clue just what to expect,
but what you can expect is a painfull death.







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The flute on this was really done by me on a keyboard, as well as the shamisen and koto. I wanted to make a sound that used elements of traditional Japanese theatre music mixed in with hiphop.


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