Sprinkled by the Of words that make the outlines Blur on the showplace that made history The folk is willed To parrot the up tale The of a higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create An enemy stereotype retrieve your absolution A forthy poor excuse for your foray To disengage from deeps of your encumbrance
March in with legions Whilst the crucial weapon's not he pillum But the feather held in your Penned in blood Your tall tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise Evoking baring fears Pestering your conscript fathers I smile my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my perseverance