Duel

[Narrator]
Oppressive white heat as he emerges from the forest to the planes
And there awaiting him, just as he’d expected
The majestic form of rongon the conqueror
Eyes lock across the dusty scene
They both knew this is how it was always meant to be
Duel at high noon, the battle of the century
Hands quiver over sword handles
The sun swallowed by a flood of black cloud

[Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror]
An open field challenge, a battle
Now witness the amazing strength, slaughter you like cattle
Duel of the thunder, shadows
Dark clouds overhead signal death within the hour

[Shalim]
How I’ve been waiting for this moment of revenge
And now it’s here and the air bears the stench of your foul hairs
Drenched with the blood of my peers you’ve erased
Wipe that smile off your face!

[Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror]
Man who you talking to?
Yea I erased your whole crew and I never lose sleep about it
That’s how I do and I recognize you
Now it’s all coming back to me
You succumb rapidly my revenge is naturally

[Shalim]
Plus you have to see I’ve come to be adaptable
Through my odyssey and word of the oracle
Saw beyond your raw warlord tactical array
Must say your disease isn’t curable

[Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror]
But durable, something your about to see
When your head’s on a spike and your body‘s on a tree
This is treason of the King, Shalim! You disgust me
All this gibberish and barking - Let’s fight, stop the talking

[Shalim]
Walking step by step towards my nemesis
The fight for life and death
Each breath could be our last
Don’t fear the beast
Unleash the wrath and fight!

[Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror]
The scepter swing counter opposite connecting blow
Foot stomp, frozen stance, knee to torso
Open goal side-elbow to take control
Karate kick to the chest to lift you out your soul
And kick dust on you, boy, you are not a man
To the beast in human form with the sword in hand
From out the killing clan the uppercut to understand
I’m destroying you. Villain of the boom
I’ve been stacking dead and innocent inside a tomb
Dark green sector, ancient Hannibal Lector
Weak like I always knew, you could never handle me
Waltz with your brother, stand up and dance with me
Rongon general, leader of the strong
Pealer of your cap and plus twister of your services
Never fight fair to penetrate your armour-wear with devil glares
Have you shocked with a blank stare
Hand to the throat, red juice, you choke
Your expression is of ghost as you return to ghost
I would have hoped! The king said we might be family
But shit, I don’t care! Taking out a boy who’s scared
Exterminator, terminator, hater resonator
Spirit of the escalator back to the creator
Call your maker. The undertaker death is what I labour
Vindicator of the greater, the end re-animator!

[Shalim]
You thought you had me there? You thought the boy’s damned?
I’m back to suffocate the flame in your oil lamp
Catch a moist hand swift to the cheekbone
Crack a rib, see a twitch, hear a deep moan
The beast’s soul weakening with every blow
My Amulet encapsulates a steady glow
The herald of half moons and terrible
Territorial aims strained
I swear I will put away with him
Should’ve played kitten with another mouse
Should’ve not come knocking at my house
Or wiping out so many of the people that were near to me
Now feel the consequences of your tyranny
You ain’t scaring me
I’m tearing you apart with the artistry of combat
Attacking the dark spot in you where there should have been a heart
Last thoughts I deny him by slicing his head clean off!