A dethrone warrior enslaved by pride
Left betrayed by his only bloodline
Staring into the eyes of the brother
Separated child from the arms of the mother
There he stands tall
Resisting to surrender
Jealously has risen over
High above the royal scepter
Declaration war he hungers
Feeds the lust with bearing arms
Awakening voice calms the sound
Worships the divines crown
Harvesting the unholy nation
Blessed by a dying king
Fought to obtain their freedom
Set free a captive slave
Like your charming noble prince
Rushing inside the mortal veins
Serving the calling master
Raising the fists of his martyr
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