Hear my ghostly voice, a tale must now
Be told,
The world has descended into dark, the
Light has now turned cold.
Where the lowly prison cell, has become
Home to the common man,
We have to fight those unjust few, but
Who among us can?
Do we give up hope, and cling to the
Robes of defeat?
Why do you all just sit in silence, when
You should all rise to your feet?
If we are to win this war, then let every
Man prepare,
To forfeit all the things he loves, and do
So without care.
So much must now change, as the dice
Reveal their face,
Our gamble will leave us in high regard,
Or leave us in disgrace.
Alas the day was won, and the king was
Overthrown,
Now the free can rule these lands, so rip
Apart the throne.
The darkness then recedes, so the light
Can be reborn,
The battle lines are etched away, never
To be reborn.
