As I sit pon’ me ancient throne, and lay my eyes to the desolate wastelands I once owned and called home, my bushy unibrow presents much defeat, I must repeat, a land of stone is now naught but reaped by the feet of ghosts lone.
A veil of sorrow falls itself over my kingly bearded face it seems, and in my heart it burrows, and I resign as they weaken my seams, such as a ghost at midnight, falling back in its pit of misery, cursing every saint and ever foe that had once screamed, to you battle and woe!
I rest my heavily crowned head under my fist, as I seep into mindless contemplation and get pissed, pissed in anger pissed in drink, when thinking of this fist, wrought of iron wrought of steel, wrought of desire curled by fear, carved on a stone as a list, a list of those felled by my fist, the fist that held the sword and brought those down, who would seek to smash the chains ‘round, and make us drown, and leave all rotting in a dying mist, as in our blood we drown.
Erm. I was gonna go on, this is based on something I wrote a while back, and since I couldn’t think of a subject for a rap song, I decided to imagine what it would be like if Poe or VNV Nation actually sang rap, and add my own writing to it. But it would take way too long to transition my original thing to rap, which is something I know next to fuckall about anyways lol.