Curta'n Wall

Curta'n Wall - Siege Ubsessed!

Curta'n Wall - Ogre's Bog

Curta'n Wall - Fear of God

Curta'n Wall - Wiz'rd's Hat

Curta'n Wall - Pict's Wall

Curta'n Wall - Elephantry

Stoic Crenellations - Curta'n Wall

LYRICS

Guided by the siege's grace
sent you to heavens gates 
when the flail knocks your skull
see the fear of god on your face
soldiers dropping like flies 
disease and famine 
be it black plague or leprosy 
eternally damnation 

wholes battalions are sick,
frail and flailing from the pain 
when the flail knocks your skull
blunt force exposes brain 
your whole cavalry is dead
when were hungry we eat horse
push my claymore through your torso with endless force

Bloodshed on the battle field the arrows blot the sky
wailing mothers mourn their sons as countless others die
rusted mail is bound to fail take an arrow in the eye
the bascinet will nail your neck and end your life tonight 

the stench of burning flesh terrorized and filled with dread
I will wheel my cart through the battle field "bring out your dead" 
I recite the word of god as I pick up severed heads
the brook that runs west of the village was once clear now it runs red 

I survey the land all I see is death
pestilence and sorrow expressed with every breath 
I shed a single tear for those who died in vain
who left their families alone in suffering and pain
now all that's left are the barren fields of waste 
unfertile soil and mud as thick as paste
this endless war will leave the earth scarred
no crops will grow my family will starve

Fear of God - Curta'n Wall

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Curta'n Wall - Your Time Is Nigh

Curta'n Wall - YR GWYDDBWYLL

Curta'n Wall - Hill Fort

Lyrics:

You strut around like you’re heaven-sent,
But your throne’s built out of others’ sweat.
A cardboard crown on a crooked head,
Buying respect with borrowed bread.
You shout your worth like a battle cry,
But your echoes even roll their eyes.
You demand the world, yet you bring no swing,
Just empty hands for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You preach the grind, but you never bleed,
Living off favors like it’s your creed.
You bark your orders from borrowed thrones,
A monarch built out of other men’s bones.
Every promise you make is counterfeit,
Wrapped in pride but hollow as shit.
You talk like a titan, but you’ve got no swing,
A crumble of ego for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You want the crown? Then carry the weight.
Earn your breath, stop begging for fate.
You want respect? Then build your throne,
Not from the backs you’ve overthrown.
Your kingdom’s cardboard, your pride’s on lease,
A charity tyrant with delusions of peace.
Step off the stage, let the workers sing,
You’ve never bled like a rightful king.

I crawled through storms you’ve never seen,
Built my crown where the world’s been mean.
I forged my name in the dirt and grit,
While you rehearsed your throne-room script.
I rise by scars, you rise by talk,
You want the throne? Then learn to walk.
I stand on strength you’ll never bring,
A working man facing a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

Beggar King

Curta'n Wall - Castle Spire

your body is a temple. my body is a factory

Curta'n Wall - Castle Spire

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