The Feud Afore by Dreamcrawler Lyrics

We contend for ‘his demesne
By sword, bodkin ‘ll slay
Nor forhense chicane
Behoof ‘heir assay

Me, your lead
With strength and steel
Winning is my dream
My soul
Still as stone
Grit in my core

Ye nigh ambuscade
Nay wise savage
Withal silly cannonade
Coax ‘em peregrinate

Me, your lead
With strength and steel
Winning is my dream
My soul
Still as stone
Grit in my core
Ya, feudborne
Thus bound sore
Cleanse this gore
Array will bore
No weeping moor
For spines and thorn
To them afore
As thy old yore

Me, your lead
With strength and steel
You, my brave
Like seastorm and waves
Our is this fate

Your fear
To my heart so near
Wipe now your tears

Ya, feudborne
Thus bound sore
Cleanse this gore
Array will bore
No weeping moor
For spines and thorn
To them afore
As thy old yore