A man whose name was carved in stone, his bloodlust - a mountain, unknown - the peak. The wolf dyed deep into his very bone, to each theatre of war does he seek. Each emperor becomes a trade, barter gold, purchase steel, sell red. Battlefields become eternal, bodies soon fade, a tribute to vultures with unending dead.
Strew flowers in wake of chains, bow before a once hated king, catch a glimpse atop battlements. A trusted solider without reigns, loyalty in his eyes – a sin, past bonds only exist as remnants