Letras
He walks in silence, steady and cold,
No words spoken, no secrets told.
One hard stare and a man won't stand,
His law is written in an unseen hand.
Wood in his grip, steel in his eye,
No wasted motion, no need to try.
The crack of the bat brings the silence fast,
No plea, no bargain, the verdict is cast.
Wood in his hand, the sentence is near,
Every strike falls heavy and clear.
No plea. No trial. No alibi.
The bat is the law, you can't deny.
Boots on the ground, the shadows fall,
The bat comes down, his word is law.
No crown to wear, no throne to claim,
Only the weight, the strike, the name.
Steel in his gaze, unbroken, grim,
No man alive will stand against him.
The crack of the bat ends all debate,
No mercy given, the law seals your fate.
Wood in his hand, the sentence is near,
Every strike falls heavy and clear.
No plea. No trial. No alibi.
The bat is the law, you can't deny.
His gaze is law.
His hand is justice.