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