a master of the sword
you have proven thus
there cannot be an accord
now it is down to us
a rock in to the face
that's what i had assumed
the giant knows not his place
pah, you've dealt with that buffoon
i've a knife up to her head
i'll spill her blood out everywhere
so unless you wish her dead
i bid you stop right there
now we're at an impasse
physically i cannot compete
next to me, plato is a dumbass
naturally, our minds could never meet
a battle of the wits
now this, a pleasant surprise
the wine into the goblets
and the loser dies!
deduce of you i must
to know you, all i need
you, i do not trust
nor is there trust from you to me
you'd like to think i'm stalling
but i already know
what was that yonder calling?
huh? nevermind, oh-ho-ho
i'll tell you why i'm merry
but first we'll drink our wine
let us no longer tarry
you from yours and me from mine
you, my stupid friend
a folly you have made
you've drank your bitter end
for the goblets i did trade
an asian war for land
you should not begin
to win by your own hand
nay, you can never win
but only ever less sleight
is known abroadly thus
put Sicilian life in plight?
never go against one of us!
I should probably add something here.