The Falchion by Tendon Levey Lyrics

So safe from large-mouth trouble
You might fall flat on the ground
If I had to see light from mind
It would take the lightning nine times

I don't mind singing in the cold
In my favorite store I hope
I don’t mind fighting with a glass cup
Go to fill your personal bag
Pack the swordsman in there

Go attack

So safe, her light, my goldmine
I will come watch you flow out
The cups were full from the start
The couch will open one time

Go and fill the bag
Go and fill the bag
Go and fill the bag
Go and fill the bag