Dreadblast Lyrics

Yo

One move to make it across the room

To doom my opponents withan impending boom

The rogue ina blue robe under the neverending moon

The tombstone stalker walks for revenge soon

At the edge of the lagoon

Strumming the loom

Here's a spoonful of fantasy-hop for y'all goons

Bust in the saloon waving twin deuce-deuces

Shootin' rounds at the cruelest crowd

Like classist fools - i gotta massive tool to slam hooligans

I call it the buster sword

Hear these classic tunes in-between blade swings

Fuck your lord

Vocal chords attuned with leylines

Like chakra forces

My words burn like my vocals are chucked torches

The mogul sits atop a slippery bogle thats gorgeous

Scorch the fortress the rogues an assassin on porridge

As im passing the fjord

Long-sword in grasp

Four rough looking lads loom ahead on the path

Ones gotta staff anothers ina red mask

It doesn't really matter tho they catch the dreadblast

As a sledge-wielding dragon flies low like a close-pass

Check-it

Smokes the bad-guys like it was swatting flies

Suddenly it catches the rogue in its eyes

A new foe arrives - hopefully a worthy fight

Catch the scurvy plight

The rogue dips to the right

Off to the side

Equips a bow ina slide

It looses a bolt thru the hide of the flying leviathan

Spying the guy again

It swings back its wiser than him

His strikes are akin

To those of a giant fighting

Colliding impacts cause craters like flying iron