4th Disciple - The Mighty King of Swords lyrics

[Sample: Del Shannon's "Runaway"] As I walk along I wonder Of what went wrong with our love A love that was so strong And as I still walk on I think of The things we've done together A-while our hearts were young [Intro: Holocaust] Warcloud, also known as Alcatraz Formerly known as Holocaust I found a dead body down in the Bahamas Stewardess Fear Arcana An afterlife train station Gun low glance found your machine gun Dragon slithered out of the cave and ate the fruit Like the little boy encountered the convict in the swamp Warcloud, aiyo, aiyo [Holocaust] Where the rats crawl across ceilings Metal gats that walk lost feelings Shredder raps, treasure maps, catch several bats Knock pop bleeding, snatch your feather hat Broke bones and smoke a bull zone, heavy the King of Swords Ruckus bring the lords since Dubai of the Singapore Corner store fruit market the target and harvest ammunition Hand is twitching, b**hing about sh**, you champs can't commission Out my mouth is wishing, gun planet inside a planet I sip a Corona, keep tabs on Des the Moaner Like the old men who make clocks and lived inside the mountain That Church woman Charlotte who's hair was wet and scarlet Or the Sheriff and his spouse who sold chronic out of the house Spiny shiny warrior throne, I leave the sword blown Corrode your corpse home, left behind me on path of war zone [Chorus: Holocaust] Deep in the horse's mouth there is a whisper That shatters everything that exists, I clap a twister That dismantles the planet, mechanic, the storm flows Cold King of Swords in the forest of snow and gold Cold King of Swords in the forest of snow and gold [Holocaust] Eighty eight torpedoes skim the water, I'm gunners mate A mechanic device that sometimes resembles a human being Capable of performing a number of complex tasks The unlawful k**ing of one human being by another To mutilate, brutally or inhumanely All with premeditated malice, born to challenge To escape ‘Punishment' for destruction of a human body We laid through a luxuriant form of period in history Old ghostly mystery, twelve j**els of the mind My heavy firearm carries slugs that eat your spine He rose and thugs meet the line of cyber crime rhyme Gun mall, fumble velocity, deep ferocity Ferocious exposes, bombard bays that's hopeless Plague ridden poetry, eat poet's cell nucleosis Gung ho, gunfight, gunfire, your gun co*k My flip lock ignites hellfire 'til I retire [Chorus] [Holocaust] My rhyme is like an extinct primitive bird from the Jura**ic period Having lizard like characteristics Such as teeth and long ponytail You ‘Caddyshack' rap a** cats owe me mail Admitted may represented traces were formed between reptiles and birds Geologic copy, ‘Comedy of Errors' ­­­­Arguers of poor resort, medallions, yo Will owner of symmetry valiantly balance your harmony? Gun solid as a guard of f**ing Buckingham Palace Grey and black markets, horse races, stallions Gun you allegiant levels Can't rival whisky, Jack, tropic fish, archers and mommies Break water tsunamis, ice parlour, father of horror [Break: Holocaust] Leave you frozen I'd like to give a fat shout out to New York All the five boroughs of New York Fat shout out to Los Angeles Los Angeles County City of the Lost Angels [Chorus] [Outro: Holocaust] I found a dead body down in the Bahamas Stewardess Fear Arcana An afterlife An afterlife train station Facing a**a**ination vacation