"Heyrið mik" "Vér komum af hafi" "Enginn konungr er eilífr" "Í dag fellr kórónan" "Ek em kominn" "Konungr skal falla" "Blóð fyrir blóð" "Borgin skal lúta" Could be logic but you mistake it for life Mistaken in the way that you looked along the shoreline Looking for something warlike Shit, is it wartime? Should I bang on this war drum four times? Either drop to the sand on the floor or use your hand and draw your sword before I start performing war crimes Oh shit, you made the wrong choice You sure you want a post mortem performed in the morning from your poor christ? What we gonna say to your poor wife? That you gave the king two minutes more to live in exchange for your own life? Bro, drop the sword.... i dont wanna have to kill you No? Shit, but I will do ... Man, my dude should have listened to me Fucking fool made me spread his blood on the beach Guys, inland, Shit, and somebody get this pricks skin off my sleeve “Enemy!, Enemy!” Fuck, there goes subtlety Yeah, bro, your right, its me Pi Tell whoever owns this town he should probably come out and meet me before we fight A gentleman gesture, if you like Oh, is that a no? Fine Shut the gates That’s sweet Like Tell your king he has three hours to meet us And on the third if we haven't heard word from your lord We wont be knocking on the door We'll be coming through these walls And you can all scream “protect the king” But Let me tell you something for free lads, Your kings gonna need more than protecting when we reach him Bro, you can bring out your barricades but my dude we'll breach them Could be logic but you mistake it for life Mistaken in the way that you looked along the shoreline Looking for something warlike Shit, is it wartime? Should I bang on this war drum four times? ... For fuck sake, I know your arse ain't the king... What'dya mean you rode all this way just to tell me he’s scared? Nah, I dont give a shit about terms, I can smell shit a coward’s prepared I told the cunt three hours, not send some random man asking to be spared "But" Shut the fuck up, why the fuck am I talking to you while he’s hiding in there? His seal? Lovely his word? Keep it If he had something worth saying, he’d have found the nerve to speak it Tell him Pi was offended he sent a prick to repeat it I asked for the man with the crown, not the dick underneath it Actually, get off the horse first You’re taking something back so he knows how much his choice worked Dont tense up, mate, you’ll only make the point worse You came on horseback, now walk the horse back cos I know that shit hurts tell your king he’s got one hour to decide what the crowns worth Then explain again theres a campaign of men Doubling is size by every minute that he waits Its insane he entertains his claim to the reins Tell him to come and maintain hes got what it takes Or can the cunt not come out and show his face For the sake of saving this place See this place will be in a real fucking state if he waits And if Im not mistaken, your grace has likely heard the fate Of anyone who walked in our way Bro, tell that bitch its Ivor the boneless brought back from the grave at his gates Could be logic but you mistake it for life Mistaken in the way that you looked along the shoreline Looking for something warlike Shit, is it wartime? Should I bang on this war drum four times? On your way... © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
