Alchemisland

I go faster than someone streaking, like it was stolen

Monday evening but I’m living weekend, very stoned

Paranoid about what I’ve got stowed

Out and about, collecting debts, getting what I’m owed

Or I’m breaking thumbs, broken bones can be remoulded

But nothing stops me when I’m in kill mode, smouldering

Before leaving I shoot a quick prayer to Odin

Sling my frost axe overshoulder, Midgard is frozen

On the way down I slay two frost trolls

Take 800 hacksilver as my toll

Exerting control and influencing youths and older, human modem

Training with the hirelings, new ones getting scolded

Missus giving me the cold shoulder because I’m always late home

Told her I was on road, doing it to get us a home, but I was getting my hole

Dick size colt, customers talking in codes

Taking codeine like they’re suffering colds

Don’t get too cozy, I embody the meaning of Móði

Revenge a dish best served cold

Cold water plunge, rolled up in a bedroll

In these skinnies my dick looks like a tucked bread roll

No bread, no hoes, hole you fuck in your bedroom

Online trolling, I’m telling them to their faces 

Tell them brace before I fold them

Midas how everything I pet turns golden

I worship all but forgotten gods, shout out Nodens

Putting back the pieces, the peace is broken

The realms need a proper chief, the King has spoken

But so softly we misheard it, the winds are stolen

A glint of gold from inside a deep hole

Blood streaks upon old stones.