They call me the saviour
The whirlwind breaker
A prophet for all those in need
My chain mail is twisted
On a knife edge I\'m living
Push for your false claims
Bend the knee
We\'ll never stop fighting
We\'re one not divided
An army sworn to no man
No King
Of the west we are branded
Until chains are banished
Peace we serve not one of your claims
Scars
Muted screaming
Blood
Senseless beatings
Breaks
Numbing pain with no cure
Cuts
Chasing traitors
Stains
Castle gates smashed
War is the answer you say
Peace offers comfort
The love of the forests
The beauty that hangs from the sky
Bright whole and warming
A beacon for all things
But you choose so bravely to die
While gun is your weapon
I choose quill and inkwell
At least I know dead I\'ll live on
So choose your side wisely
Do not be misguided
In the shadows we work
Thrones will rot