Warcloud - The Last Hovering Castle lyrics

(Intro 1: Sleepy Hollow sample) Now, I will need to ask you many questions But first let me ask, is anyone suspected? How much have your superiors explained to you Constable? Only tha-that the three were slain in open ground Their heads found severed from their bodies Umm, their heads were not found severed Their heads were not found at all (Intro 2: Holocaust) Warcloud Phat shout out to Cilvaringz I'ma come see you up there in Amsterdam (Holocaust) I harvest bitter raps, this bitter harvest that's expert Eat open your brain network, bloody your sweatshirt Altars split a big heavy hitter the teeth gritter Rip into an eight-headed red werewolf tomorrow Throw you in transgression and sorrow, I ship the cargo Of blue tigers with black stripes to Key Largo Bone war with steel, something moved in the graveyard A biker in the closet, old furniture in the house Curse of the Mud Men caught in a mud dream She got through an inferno, spit kerosene and laugh Warcloud on a warpath is bloodbath Step up to the plate, my swing is beat story Sleep Georgy Porgy; bite a piece that's pasty Runs over both linebackers and a free safety Bedtime stories, museums, throw my fire axe Clip you with a tyre iron, cataclysmic desire raps I sent the canary, 135 Maple Drive And I blast that hospital ship out of the sky Sag my heavy trousers, sling shot and bust them Children everywhere, mad holidays and costumes Tooth Fairy sleeper hold, dark green and stay gun wise Wolf bite, falling tree, old ‘Tequila Sunrise' Red taxi, couple of laps around the park, my thunder slap Bring your can opener rap, casket of maggots I polish old heirlooms on dark Shakespeare cliff Then pile up bodies on rafts, sent them adrift Burning, Warcloud institutes higher learning Lunatic preacher swamp Cyborg American Patriot *sounds of fighting* (kung fu sample) Tell them about the safe! (Holocaust) The creepy coin collector, old typewriter with font The little boy encountered the convict in a swamp Eight professors tied to polish that's made in Italy Old blue shoes from a gypsy out on a back road Fireflies lit up the darkness, cold and heartless Shredder mouth, motor brain, lounge in old taverns Far, far away there's a planet, inside a planet There is a great mountain, in the mountain there is a lake And in this great lake there's an island that no one knew And there in the giant island was an old castle and ruins Deep in the castle, in the courtyard is a well Shaped like a capital L, I shouldn't tell Ghostly echoes of the screams of the child who once fell To break her neck and soak up the gongs of the church bell Deep in the bottom of the well, water that rots Is a little black pyramid far down in the slot And inside that little black pyramid on that planet I laugh in the dark for that pyramid holds my heart (Holocaust) I took a giant's head and buried it under his stone steps Put my axe away to paint the stones steps red It took thirty horses to drag his body for real Where I left his carca**, there became a hill In Warcloud country, those hills are everywhere Supreme sword from ‘The Ocean', give great armour a heavy tear Clash of the Goliath, ten robo-Knights, didn't matter While the oldest evil Pharaoh's in a battle with his own shadows Satellite mic, galactic battalion, keep you irrelevant Mythical swamp filled horrific creatures and their living skeletons Keep a stuffed White Owl, black cuckoo clocks and who*es Made from my broken mannequin stores, bionic chords Blasting speedball behind nine doors I'll bury you under your mother's floorboards Beg God for more wars Still explore the corridor, there's more in store Dastardly dark, thirty bandit beggars in the best place Crystallite armour chest plates And iron sunflowers too shiny on the back of the hill Laughing, attack and spill