Viking Raid - Marcusbresslermusic

Father I might be the Viking this cup full of soda and many men murdering shit Pussy I know where you hiding I send them the addy and now they is takin' yo shit Likely I might be a Titan when stacking my Benjamins I be rememberin' shit Press me it's gone be an issue I put me a beam on my stick so I'm never gone miss Crazy I grew up real crazy them niggas around me was plotting bout murdering shit Lately I want a Mercedes so I can just pull up to anywhere banging my shit Navy got drip like the Navy and you do not pay me so how can you hate on my clique He like Luigi he jumping on bricks I'll thank the Lord when this case is dismissed Father I might be the Viking this cup full of soda and many men murdering shit Pussy I know where you hiding I send them the addy and now they is takin' yo shit Likely I might be a Titan when stacking my Benjamins I be rememberin' shit Press me it's gone be an issue I put me a beam on my stick so I'm never gone miss

Hear the war horn sound, bold men gone ashore Set feet on English ground on their final mission With swords, bow and arrows Laid aside their heavy armors Cloud of dust, king's war horse Twilight of dark fate Where battle-storm is hard ringing Armor bare, Hardrada strikes His deadly sword is still swinging High in the air Rise It's the time of the last Viking Shadow of fate In the war of the last Viking Rise It's the time of the last Viking Arrow of death In the war of the last Viking Hear the war horn sound, Norsemen marching on Raging across the land, on their deadly mission Great force versus Norsemen Armor bright and their shields shining Shimmer like glance of ice in glare of sunlight Where arrow-cloud is loud singing Foemen feel its mortal bite His deadly sword is still swinging High in the air Rise It's the time of the last Viking Shadow of fate In the war of the last Viking Ride hard against shield walls Hear the crash of weapons Arrows and thrown spears Assault on the Northmen Running into battle The Stern in front of array Smashing helm and armor Foes wish to escape Rage With fire in his eyes Dread foe Spreads fear inside their bones Call, where brave men fall Gold-tipped arrow in windpipe Corpse ring, circle of fallen king Field with blood of thousand wounds Skirmish, last stand of Orre's storm Call, where brave men fall Rise It's the time of the last Viking Shadow of fate In the war of the last Viking Rise It's the time of the last Viking Arrow of death In the war of the last Viking With swords, bow and arrows Laid aside their heavy armors Cloud of dust, king's war horse Twilight of dark fate Where steel on steel was hard ringing Norsemen rushed into the fight His deadly sword was still swinging High in the air Rise It's the time of the last Viking Shadow of fate In the war of the last Viking