03 Nothing Something

All your wisdom and all thy gold
Will not help when my army shall unfold
Smashing of your gates; Seizing of your mates
Taking not one prisoner, Aggression elevates

You gave me nothing for something.

Once we pass your front door
You shant worry anymore
Releas on you the dogs; The fear in you it jogs
Not worthy of a soldiers sword, get burried in the bogs

You gave me nothing for something.

My hounds crave your flesh
And quite a bloodied mess
Shall they leave. None shall retrieve.
The tiny pieces of your corpse and now you shall believe.

You gave me nothing for something.

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