Bonecage - Hold the Line Lyrics


Have you locked your castle doors? Cuz if not, you’re asking for
My catapult to crack ’em open, then we’ll get to blasting past your forces
Gallopin’ in on our gallant horses, joust you off of the back of yours
But I don’t need a lance, just one open hand to smack you back and forth
Should they clamber up my ladder, I’ll stab ’em with my bastard sword
After, kick ’em off the ramparts, and damn, that bastard soared
That’s what happens when no one has your back in war
I saw your attack comin’ before you swung it, you couldn’t forecast it more
You’re a serf, that’s fact, it’s sad — all that you can afford
Is a burlap sack, you have to get your ass some drawers
Keep the forges warm cuz I got so ravenous for gore
That I could gorge on half a boar, I’m gonna pack on more mass than Thor
If it isn’t footwork that you put first that’s what bear traps are for
Use my lute to sing your eulogy, then blast the battlehorns

Steady hands and sure of foot
Kill while the killing’s good, and hold the line
A coward dies a thousand times, a hero’s made of wood
A god of war to do the things, a person never could, so hold the line, hold the line

Has your blade been whetted?
If not I’ll place a bet that by the end of the day your head and your neck ain’t gonna stay connected
For your sake, better pray you peasant, if you predictably aim your weapon
Then I’ll feint and deflect, lay you to rest cuz I’m a crusader of legend
And they will be tremblin’ at my battlecries, raise up high the banners, fly
As I divide your squires into slices, I’m a savage guy

Seekin’ a sign of weakness, don’t let me see if you’re bleedin’
If you ain’t dead, I’m killing your will to live as you watch us pillage your villages
Too bad you don’t have an inhaler, your complexion’s never been paler
Cuz I ran a javelin through you, just call me Vlad the Impaler
I’ll taunt you into trying to take me and then you’re mine
Tenderize your skull with a maul after, you’re left to die
Then I’ll gladly tear your fort down cuz I grab life by the horns now
If you’ve never done that before then flip your sword, I’ll show you Mordhau

Steady hands and sure of foot
Kill while the killing’s good, and hold the line
A coward dies a thousand times, a hero’s made of wood
A god of war to do the things, a person never could, so hold the line, hold the line

Steady hands and sure of foot
Kill while the killing’s good, and hold the line
A coward dies a thousand times, a hero’s made of wood
A god of war to do the things, a person never could, so hold the line, hold the line


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