In a time when lands have scattered,
and the hearts of men grow meek.
I stand with eyes unwavered,
not to turn the other cheek.
With destiny to guide me,
and the brave at my command.
I'm left no other option
but to laugh at your demands.
No bowing servant's scarper,
I am at least my own.
I've measured my importance
and I didn't need a throne.
The waged wars to follow
are attributed to you.
I'm here to make you notice,
the dissension as it grew.
With little more than courage,
and the willing of your minds.
I'll fight the tyrant's armies,
with the strength you help me find.
As blood is spilled for nothing,
across this crimson night.
I tell you absolutely
that I didn't want to fight.
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