Turf War Two (Version 2)

Intro

Turf war two — the river still holds it tight

Verse 1 — male

Vendôme, 10-6 — count of nine — go!

Bastards running blind where the ditch gets low

They dug for three days straight before we knew

The trench was deeper than their stupid crew

Sixteen in the water before my men were through

Carried Rollo like a god damn shroud

Never said one word, never made a sound

We just carried him past the enemy line — quiet, steady — down

Pre-Chorus

Tell me how you hold onto blood when the ground lets go

Tell me what you do when your brother's weight is this low

This isn't war — this is survival on borrowed feet

Every inch of Normandy was built off our bodies like sheep

They wanted the land for free, they never paid the toll

We took it anyway because there was nothing else to hold

So I stand and watch it burn behind my eyes

A second war before you open yours — I'll show them why

Chorus

Vendôme's river, Vendôme's blood

Every Normandy dollar built on Viking mud

Not a king, not a god — just dirt and cold sweat —

Turf war two, we own the land — that's all there is to get

Verse 2 — female

Rollo was my husband for a treaty, not for love

I watched him kneel before Charles — called it a kiss from above

But the man inside stayed Norse no matter what they made

He carried every Viking dead in that ditch like it's his own weight

Charles said France don't bow to men with axes — we proved him wrong

The river still runs thick with what we brought — not gold, just bone

Every Norman castle built off bones so old they forgot the source

We're the ones who bled in plain sight when the Franks turned their backs on course

Today I watch my own son carry a sword he doesn't understand

I ask him where he learned to walk through water like it's land —

He looks at me, says 'from you' — that's all I need right now —

Pre-Chorus

Tell me how you hold onto blood when the ground lets go

Tell me what you do when your brother's weight is this low

This isn't war — this is survival on borrowed feet

Every inch of Normandy was built off our bodies like sheep

They wanted the land for free, they never paid the toll

We took it anyway because there was nothing else to hold

So I stand and watch it burn behind my eyes

A second war before you open yours — I'll show them why

Chorus

Vendôme's river, Vendôme's blood

Every Normandy dollar built on Viking mud

Not a king, not a god — just dirt and cold sweat —

Turf war two, we own the land — that's all there is to get

Bridge

Charles died first in 929 — we never cried

We just kept moving like he was never alive

Gisla died next in Paris — I kept her name like currency —

Every Normandy lord today carries Viking ancestry —

Even if they don't say it out loud — even if the land forgot its origin —

The blood stays deep in the soil, not shallow on the page

I'm the proof, I'm the reason why the Franks still fear this place

Pre-Chorus

Tell me how you hold onto blood when the ground lets go