About this song
I was woven, not born. I am the thorn in the thicket, the cobra in the sand. Prove your strength to me, and I will fight beside you.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] I was woven, I was not born. I am the thorn in the thicket, the hum inside your city wall, the water you kneel down to drink. [Hook] Prove it to the cobra. Stand, and Naktamun holds. I will not fight for the weak. I will fight beside the strong. [Verse 2] My garden is thorn and basilisk. It leaves you your teeth and your feet. I fold my arms and watch you crawl. Hapatra stood, and kept her people. [Hook] Prove it to the cobra. Stand, and Naktamun holds. I will not fight for the weak. I will fight beside the strong. [Turn] The thing I killed stands up behind me. The venom pulls my threads apart. The lie comes open, and I throw my staff. Death to the God-Pharaoh. [Hook] Prove it to the cobra. Stand, and Naktamun holds. I will not fight for the weak. I will fight beside the strong.
