

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] In the piss-soaked gutters of Elpis where your backbone would cave I was laughing through starvation while you begged to be saved You soft-handed little nobles with your silk-wrapped lies I’ve seen tougher rotten corpses with more fight in their eyes You strut around like peacocks, all feathers, no bite I’ve taken shits with more resolve than your best in a fight Every coin I earned was pried from egos thick as your skull Which explains why you’re broke—there’s just fuck all to pull [Chorus] Oh sing of the Rude Bard, watch your dignity get wrecked He’ll call you what you are and leave your whole bloodline checked Toss your pride before him, it’s as weak as your wits For kings and gods and idiots—he’ll roast you to shit [Verse 2] I walked through cursed Eternis while you cried in your beds Your “great minds” couldn’t handle half the shit in my head You scholars write like wankers trying hard to sound deep I speak once and your whole worldview collapses in a heap Now I’m smoking cheap cigars while I ruin your name One line and your ancestors feel a secondhand shame You call yourselves enlightened—what a sad fucking joke You’re just cowards with a library and a fragile ego to stroke [Chorus] Oh sing of the Rude Bard, watch your dignity get wrecked He’ll call you what you are and leave your whole bloodline checked Toss your pride before him, it’s as weak as your wits For kings and gods and idiots—he’ll roast you to shit [Bridge] Pour another drink, you bastards, I ain’t nearly drunk enough To deal with all your faces and your bargain-bin bluff My lute’s got more soul than your entire family tree And I tuned it half-conscious while it pissed back at me I’ve smoked cigars more useful than your so-called divine right And I’ve pissed in holy chalices that put your gods to shame outright So cry, whine, scream—throw your pathetic little fit— I know you think I’m a Lymey git But I couldn’t give a shit [Verse 3] Now I wander through your kingdoms like a curse with a grin Every word I drop’s a dagger buried deep in your skin You dragons hoard your gold like it fixes your face But no treasure on this earth saves that personality disgrace With a bottle in my hand and a laugh full of spite I could end your whole religion in a single drunken night You built your worth on nothing—so I tear it apart Turns out even your shadows don’t want any part [Chorus] [Outro]
Tags
Medieval lute ballad, rowdy tavern folk, male bard vocals, crude humor, violins, flutes, drums, lively tempo, epic finis
4:32
No
4/6/2026