A Man Raised by Muts

You were the first born Of a mighty nomad king Born to serve and plunder Your story they shall sing A time of tribulations Of deadly endless wars As you cut them down Let them hear your roars A king never seen A man never known Among the common folk Await to take your throne The day shall soon arive Your bloodline will survive Your conquest shall be known Long after you have died I will find all the answers Solve the questions that you have He will soon be arriving On the harsh war beaten path Running from his blade wont stop His hatred a sacred crop You should rather curl and cry Wait for him to end your life Here you are your final moment Huddled like a mutt If only he had pity Twords children dogs and sluts Your life was pointless You were born to die Your life was pointless And so am I