"The Lines We Left Behind"

Lloyd and Pete have compiled a little video highlighting some lyrics which didn't make it into the final video.  Check it out above. :)

And here is a list of those lines (and others) for you to check out...

I’ll trample MC’s like Leopold’s banners,

My chivalry leads me to teach you some manners.

I'm the Vi-King of dispensing raps quick,

It makes sense your name is Richard, cause your legacy amounts to Dick.

I put the Acre in massacre, with the headhackin action,

They dragged me off the battlefield but my crossbow was still blasting.

I helped my people settle rich fields of green,

You treated your kingdom like an income stream.

I see red like a bull when I'm flyting with kings,

And my blood eagle is about to give you wings.

You treat people like cattle leading surfs into battle,

You think the Aquitaine Hunger Force has got us rattled?

Only cowards rule absently, someone call a Valkyrie,

This remote controller ‘bout to catch some fresh battery.

Not like mine who got Ironsides and Snakes in their eyes,

Sending Great Heathen Armies up the shores of your countryside.

My men will sack your fortress before they sound the alarm,

While you're out whipping peasants forcing thralls to the farm.

I’m backed by Shield-maidens and Odin’s two ravens,

Striking like Thor in Mortal Combat when Raiden.

Ivar was Boneless but had the balls to fight for himself,

If your God’s so great, how come he needs your help.

Historians praise my crusades long after I was gone,

You're only on History when Ancient Aliens isn't on.

I’ve been in the game since the Icelandic Saga genesis,

You can bag Saladin but I’m your new arch-nemesis.

I’m not a Christian, but I know the slogans,

It’s “honor thy father”, not overthrow him.

You gotta calm down Richard, you're making a scene,

What's eating you Dick?... Oh yeah, gangrene.

You've no appetite to raid and riot,

Can't even put salad in your diet.

"Ruh-Ruh"... Tell me who's the cowardly lion in the metal armor?,

I’m a kingdom crusher, you’re a knock off King Arthur.

You couldn’t get temp work as a Templar with tights on,

You’re less intimidating than the knights from Monty Python.

That was sorta wack, not sharp like a sword attack,

I gave this beat a workout: now it’s a NordicTrack.

Saladin didn't eat pork but licked your bacon,

I’ve seen bigger balls on my shield maidens.

When it comes to loyalty your record is checkered,

Twice you threw the English king underneath the double decker.

For twenty years I raided from Dublin to Paris,

While Richard The First Base couldn't even hit Alice.

No sex before marriage, twenty years you didn't hit it,

You somehow spelled 'betrothed' without putting the D in it.

Three lions on your shirt but you must be dreaming,

So many Englishmen come from my sea-men.

Ivar was Boneless but had the balls to fight for himself,

Your God's so weak he has to beg for your help.

Through my sons, I’m Bjorn again,

But this ain’t Robin Hood, you don’t come back at the end.

Led your knights to Jerusalem expecting a shoo-in,

But your dreams like your heart ended in Rouen.

[Also a big thank you to all the writer and director tier patrons who submitted lyrics for inclusion in this battle. Numerous ideas of yours were incorporated into the video. Your help is so valuable. Thank you again.]