Land Tyrant

As we weep upon the stolen soil

Foreign souls at toil.

As prisoners, they suffer the same fate

Their justice is not at debate.

 

At the end of the day,

Their deadly fight

Fills silence

Throughout the night.

 

I thank thee for giving me life

I curse thee for stabbing each of these souls’ stories,

Like an unholy knife.

I still am now a disgrace

To the rest of the shadow drake.

 

Others shall help me, give them strength

For they shall push our freedom to the greatest length.

 

Once I end his tyranny 

I shall finally worship thee.