Valar Morghulis

War cries are heard ahead,
we strap our swords to fight.
Warm blood shall run this stead,
warriors in their ranks and right!

All men must die
after the dragon spits,
and their time is nigh,
angry bones piled in pits.

Long live our brave knights,
lions, wolves, and lone rangers.
Lessons brewing from dark nights,
lords and tyrants, no longer strangers.

Only death is their true escape.
Owe no man nothing, except a swift blow.
Out here in the shadows, vengeance takes shape.
Obscure minds raise their bow, before their brow.

Vera