What’s the point my friend ? The garrison Is taken . Slow and steady wins the race ? Don’t just stand there do something MORE THAN facing down the stare of enemy , without and within . Make a move and turn the stone use it Overturn the mighty with a single word . Pen, stone & craft fly So much mightier than currency and sword
Sanguine one you sing a dirge , gave way to urge , you wipe the blood from blade , & pale blue brow , from mop wet bloodied head , And all around the people howl like animals . Howl ye Howl ye now : The king is dead . His purple raiment all stained & soaked with red .