RAVEN CALCULUS

[Intro] I don’t shout I predict. [Hook] Ravens spin when I enter the w*r Plans hit hard like a drop in a score Drill in the breath, silence before Axes talk, then England’s tore Think three moves, then I advance B***d on the sand, that’s circumstance You pray loud, I move precise Kings get checked by a farmer’s advice [Verse 1] Born from fields, now thrones feel small I don’t crave crowns, I test them all Maps on wood, lines in bone Every route planned before oars groan I read men fast, see fear in eyes Truth come out when the pressure rise Shield-wall flex, I fake retreat Then collapse your line, timing neat They chant gods, I study men Faith is loud, but minds decide when Drill in the pause, wait for the cue Victory’s quiet, then it’s brutal too [Hook] Ravens spin when I enter the w*r Plans hit hard like a drop in a score Drill in the breath, silence before Axes talk, then England’s tore Think three moves, then I advance B***d on the sand, that’s circumstance You pray loud, I move precise Kings get checked by a farmer’s advice [Verse 2] Kattegat nights, cold council calls Allies lie soft, enemies stall I smile thin, let them speak Drill taught me patience, power’s meek I don’t rush glory, I ration flame Let you crown yourself, then erase your name Every loss logged, lesson stored I bleed once, then rewrite the w*r Brothers with me, but I stand alone Vision heavy like carved runes in stone Laugh in pain, think through doubt When fate whispers, I route around [Bridge] Odin watch, but I won’t kneel I bargain with fate, then make it real If death comes close, tell it wait I’ve got a plan for Valhalla’s gate [Verse 3] Kings call me mad, I call it math Chaos bends when I pick the path Drill in the stillness, strike on time Empires fall to a calm mind From plough to prow, I flipped the script Wrote new rules, then watched them stick If legend’s born from b***d and risk Then say my name, remember this [Hook] Ravens spin when I enter the w*r Plans hit hard like a drop in a score Drill in the breath, silence before Axes talk, then England’s tore Think three moves, then I advance B***d on the sand, that’s circumstance You pray loud, I move precise Kings get checked by a farmer’s advice [Outro] They’ll sing my end, debate my fate But strategy lives beyond the grave If this is drill, then mark the fix I turned thought into violence, calculated.