Khan's Cup ft. Syryus Lyrics

Seeker on expedition across the realm

Far from the home of gum trees and yabby shells

Elixir and powder, not only for oneself

Many years to come near to complete the spell

Take a pick to gargantuous tumulus

Kurgan must hold the most rare of grave goods

Intoxicating skull of Basileus

Imbued with Nikephoros' rage, make drink hiss

Goblet that's posthumous, break into a cavity

Crypt that's opulent, the traveller all raggedy

Followed the document, tryna affect him massively

Crafted in a rotten tent, treasure from casualty

Pick strikes stone, doom in its peal

Once again the tomb is open, broke its seal

Break and enter, see what's revealed

Handles of silver, blades of Damascus steel

Steppeman's helm atop a carved bust

Plate Bulgar shield, only seen one such

Among crown jewels sits Krum's cup

Vessel of the Khan, a prize of dumb luck

Potion first to enter the argent-rimmed skull

Then powders stirred in, bubbles form as it mulls

Mix coming to a fierce boil 'fore it dulls

Cup upheld, myriad thoughts intrude the lull

Fumes hit 'fore lips touch the cranium

In an instant, overcome with a mania

Despite mind become legion, a sip remains salient

Did he mistake what makes up Arcadia

His self falling away into byzantine fractals

Then broke and sequestered in tesseract-shaped castles

Kept behind walls all sculpt from time, not basalt

Held forevermore and from the start, irrational

That hollow flesh shell left to dwell in king's rathole

Self given to Tengri, another stitch in the Sky Saddle

Beamed out through the jewel held where once lay the Emperor's eyeball

The promised cup, frightful