As the Western, Roman Empire collapses/
Entire mappings of factions are dispatched with/
which leaves me, Baron Strange Fruit adapting
to the expansive rankings of Middle Age romantics
that languished inactive til 500 B.C
and to the passing of Mohammed in 6 3 3
-head of state call me Caliph
Islamic communities i used to fight but i take my own as captive
it’s what happens when it’s the devil you dance with
i signed in italics in exchange for the schematic to my soul
emotions die I’m now combative
lacking in any understanding of these semantics
only military tactics, honed by Anglo Saxons
blacken pages of history with these actions
I’m forced to side with masses through transactions
with Lucifer’s hands attached to the strands making it happen
puppet master laughing, crafting the art of war
carnivores storm forts, you’re hardly going to answer doors
- we kill them all, blood marks on walls
disregard your calls for mercy stood over you with thirty sharpened swords
Satan in carbon form, Cataphact on the back of an armoured horse
raising towns to the ground when i spark the torch
compelled to retrieve the head from my targets corpse
and it’s like that, no remorse when i slice at
your light axe wielding infantry that don’t fight back
i appear with night tasked with over throwing
those who own oceans dethrone opponents with no known notice
we swarm like locust over the remotest components
of your force we decoded and opened
i body your folk in a moment, I’m just a bloke smoking
spines of those who decline to sign my vote slips

Now, Baron Strange Fruit's been around you see
i travel time lines where blood lines repeat
i live passed lives as your feet pound the streets
defeat emperors for evil as your sound asleep
Baron Strange Fruit's been around you see
fight with armies about sixty thousand deep
technique of hardy beast i scar your peeps
light you kings head with my right arm as i start my speech

I’m under feudal command, cross on my shield
this is my land blessing of god upon my steel
I’ve got Byzantium blood, transgressing centuries
import Turkish weaponry, Macedonian dynasty
implore works of symmetry, math prone delivery
with sicker speech than black plague city street living be
the wicker creaks Neath the weight of heads from the guillotine
spread from the west likes crusades on the middle east
my empire stretch from Morocco round the Med to Italy
chilling free only get out of bed for victory
alchemedic synergy, a how to read my literacy
for dummies should be in your vicinity
divine right of kings will be like salt in the eyeballs
absolute monarchs justified as false idols
its spiteful and my memories are tribal
deaths disciple, you wouldn’t read it in the bible
how i knife you in the spinal, concede your title
my arrival breeds sheep to alleviate the rivals
from their rightful place in homes they possess
lay pagans to rest like final clones of text
that was sent to force revival of hope but instead
they caused a cycle of protest from folk you protect
only spoke of in sects and that’s if you invest
in the complex agenda's they tend to represent
i spend gold to interject souls into Pax Romana
disrespect Roman peace and I’ll come and slap your father
antagonise these heretics, call me Justin Martyr
from Aurelius to Arthur and to Arius in Sparta
they call it Karma, wipe my arse with the Magna Carta
feudal barons force the King to abide by the charters
everyday i find this harder, there’s no way to scarper
from when i start up a legend to the start of my departure

Now, Baron Strange Fruit's been around you see
i travel time lines where blood lines repeat
i live passed lives as your feet pound the streets
defeat emperors for evil as your sound asleep
Baron Strange Fruit's been around you see
fight with armies about sixty thousand deep
technique of hardy beast i scar your peeps
light you kings head with my right arm as i start my speech