Fortuity
If you step on my land
You'll regret you have feet
'Cause there's no turning back
When you have given your fate
Answer me when I ask
Don't want your bloody spit on my ground
Or any of your curses from your filthy mouth
'Cause you'll never know
When I'll stitch it up
Build me strong walls
With the hands and arms of yours
Giving weak blows are unworthy
I might as well let my knights cut it off
Kneel before me
Filthy creature born with needs
Do not run away
'Cause you may scrap your knees
I've given you a visit
After your first week
Let us just tell
You impressed me well.
