women and children, soldiers and whores
The Castle is under seige, it started at Oaklands Keep
Its for the families of these brave soldiers I shall weap
Quickly I stand and reach for my shield
run for my mount, a great sword I weild
If war is what these heathens yurn
then war I shall bring, their cities shall burn
Week after week as we push them back
I grow weary for vengence my heart growing black
the weight on my mind, the body grows heavy
soon I shall bring war to the enemies levy
No farms for food and nothing to drink
Starving them out, thier pushed to the brink
soon those Bastards will learn thier mistakes
Starvation, disease and viral out breaks
On the morrow we shall ride and carry our steel
Bring war to thier homelands and harvest thier veal
The ground smells sick with urin and blood
everywhere you walk no grass, only mud
from the horses and pikes and the lines of men
death to our enemies as we enter thier Den
Victory and vengence for loved ones lost
We bring Iron and Blood no matter the cost
For payment is due and thier day is up
it shall be thier blood that filleth my cup
Acerbus Amor
Location:Cleveland, Ohio
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