Shakespearian Draw your sword o slave fate is your weapon
Exact revenge with a bloody coup d'etat
Wrest back your honor from dishonorable men
Men calling themselves Lords and Kings
Men who step from the mist and fog of confusion
Executioner of shadows who slay the coming of day break
Venal power holds sway over the darkness creeping around citizens of light
Melancholy masses drink from the same cup
Intoxicated from the wine of time
Anti heroes grow from cursed soil
Reaping what sin has sown
Murmurers have become murderers
Making their point by knife point
Wipe atrocity from your blade
Mourn only those that mourn you
For the dead have no quarrel with the living
Who's date with Hades dwell close to the gates of Hell
Do not shed one salty tear
Still your soul
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