Brimstone & Magma Rock Lyrics

Deep in the forest near the hidden nook gorgeous

The fortune teller forty sweltering suns floor forces

Rockin' the sword bold slaughtering hordes of orcs with a charged-quartz

I'm torching a fort - swarming like bees in a rage

The druid flees from the cage

Sends a knee to the face of a fleeting chief in a blaze

I'm twistin' peace in the place

Dazing a diva with a glaive

and slaying a demon like a sage - who casually conquers devils

The leader of the fellowship

Hip-hopping for the benefit

of leveling my intellect

The rogue stays sinister like a sinner elf

Spittin' this fantasy banter like - decanters on a shelf

In a big brown tower the twelfth level of hell

Made of brimstone and magma rock

True druid in the zone 'til Ragnarok

Roaming over lava hot - like hell fire the hawk fells liars

Withan emerald-adorned staff

The general born a master - like a Nephilim thorn-caster

I'm the lord thrasher the door basher crashin' ya headphones fast

Yo the slow motion locust in the dead zone last

Pass me the red revolver - ill shred ya threads young partner

The sharp staggering dagger wielding artist out for karma

And inner peace - wishin' for the freedom of the honest

Steady conscious

Vigilant for militants like conquerors

The legion conquistador thievin' blood from poor helpless bar-men

Far from the shores of a scorned marsh when

A storm harshly roared on the morn of the fourth star man

Hey yo the cold rogue chillin' like midwinter

Behold the bright glimmer off my scimitar

I been a bard

Steady flowin' like a wide river

and fiendin' like a hunter with a giant quiver

I might deliver

Meaty bars from the Starlord assassin

Chief of the far north banter Bugseed bangers

Like every one of them

The druids got polymorphism restore wisdom

Like mana potions for-sure gifted

Dope smokin' destroy system

Decoy on a mission

Yo... The wizard glitchin' spells through a vision stone

Piffin' zoned hellion rippin' poems in a twisted robe

Of fine wool divine boons from the ninth ruler

Fire in the tombs out come the looters

Live shooter with lightning from glyphs 'n' runes sir

The Viking in the mists of June for

His next adventure - straight from the textures

Due to pressure - the best fall stressed to death

The quest to stretch your soul sketch your goals

Heave and ho

We the old gods

The thief thieves from lords hard

Throws bars like lances

Practiced necromancer in a trance dancin' large