Wandering

Yo The luck of the stars contained in a charged-up amulet

Hanging round the neck of the bard dangling

Granted by an enchantress master of emeralds far spanning

Angels sail the lands on wings of silver over standing

At the landing of kings see a plethora of white feathers

My army full of cold soldiers fighting against a night terror

We in the time of a fright era

Staring down mighty warriors flapping furiously

Prepare for a journey to nowhere go where the cure is

The purest - hip-hop wizard spittin' it sincere

Holding a Sorceror's spyglass

Peering into the Aether like an interdimensional seer