THE ARMOR OF IRE
Suffer now for the crime an age before. In your shadowed keep you fear the gathering storm. For your slander I repay. An ocean I'd cross, through sands I would ride for my right to bring my wrath upon...
The pain you serve will be brought upon your own. Forseers warned a false and guarded tongue would serve you well, they're right! They are the harbors of peace but no peace will be had tonight. An oath is sworn in blood and scorn.
Your pillared halls offer quarter in the night, but no rest, it haunts those when their honor falls. By the dawn you'll pay the price, for an ocean I've crossed, through sands I have rode for my right to bring my wrath upon.....
Blinded, there is a fire but I cannot see the light. It's burned to ash all that which lived before. For the fallen I repay, reborn in revenge, justice for bonds betrayed. An oath is sworn in blood and scorn.
No force will heed my pace, and no iron will rend my flesh before I can deal you a traitor's fate. My ire is my armor.
No force will heed my pace, and no iron will rend my flesh before I can deal you this traitor's fate. My ire is my armor.
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