As I ascend the mountain
Their Gladius swing will swing once more
Quenching thirst that flows like a fountain
Looking towards the fore
Take a ride with me on a cumulus
And we shall reign the throne like Romulus
Where is the land in which I seek
A battlefield of choices
I've looked everywhere and it looks so bleak
When does this blood lust fade
They fill my chalice with wine
Spiked with a pinch of nightshade
Coming back down to solid ground
Six feet under pushing
Daisys is where I will be found
Back Road Vapor 