Crimson Conspiracies

O sweet one! Ours is different land under the same sky

For minds of men are sharper than my sword

Their intentions brutal than my stab

Peaceful protest fuelled by conspiracies

                                        

Thou may name me murderer

And rightfully so, every soldier is one.

Red blooded men do feel fury

Witch! Thy veins must hold cold winter wine

To see your own die

And not succumb to the seductions of a dagger

Folks who live in forest of dreams

Have often woken up to a crimson reality

What is the cost of one life?

None more than ones morality

Paladin fights neither for gold nor glory

Have mercy on my stained sword.
Have mercy on the slain ones.