one one by one they seen the truth,
all the gold in the hands,
that hold by the wretched gauntlet,
with the conspiracy and inconsistency of its resistance,
don't you think its magical when people see  the lies,
one chose to take control the perfecter,
the other that running through his boots against the sand,
build the walls they say within 45 days,
they whipped their bodies,
to build the security of another man,
that used to sat on a tallest tower,
the road will be never be same again,

they pit two man outside the walls,
to fight in the name of glory,
one guy dropped thousand gold
while the undeserving king overlooking,
the kingdom.

tonight we go to fight they say,
when the dead-man bell rang,
it echoed through the rest of he sand,
we walk  against our will ,
to hail the dark king.