Sprinkled by the trappings Of that make the outlines Blur on the showplace that made history The folk is willed To the dished up tale The lure of a higher
Cheat, you had to create An enemy stereotype To retrieve your absolution A forthy poor for your foray To disengage from the deeps of your encumbrance
Behold All our gold
Bereave me!
Truths ensign Forever mine! Bereave me!
March in with ten legions Whilst the crucial weapon's not he pillum But the feather in your Penned in blood Your tall tales rule the forum 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