Lost and found, without and owner
Crazed at mind, so drunk yet sober,
Fighting twenty -seven other
Bits of brain inside my head
Disagreements, warfare, parlays
Faded truce hopes, shattered dreams
So we came to the conclusion
That we just can’t coexist
One of us must die, no honor,
All the rest will have to follow
And ascend into fake heavens
Or descend into real hells.
Only one can leave the battle
And still sail, as the ship’s captain
Only one can be the master
Of our universe forever after
Sound the horns!It has begun
We take all our armor off
No more shields, or clothes, or weapons
Only blood, and flesh, and bones
Like old Norsemen now we battle
As we grin at our own deaths
Who will win, it does not matter
We won’t know, it’s hard to tell
I am they, and they are I
We are one, as one we’ll fall.
