The sword of Eduwardus IV has been reforged in tender gold and noble stones.
Its strike is placed upon the red cross of resistance, and it is honored as the paladin of the desert along the moon.

The young lad did all he could beside the stone paradise of the sun, offering his body for twelve silver pieces and a lump of butter.
But rest assured, my brothers, for I speak in many tongues of art and noble words.

Let the grass grow in green blades,
rising into trees in the night of the starry path. The Star of Bethlehem has returned
to the sky of the wooden leaf, in the thirst of the steed, but must still hang for two more days upon the oak of Mercy.

So be forewarned, for I tell you this: people strike in their unrest, they creep along the roads and break the waters for fortune’s courage.

The moonlight drinks its reflection in the cold lake, fire burns above the clouds of the sea, and the morning mist veils the sight of the earth’s light.

The music notes will sound, the melodies will play, and the voice will speak in words that lay golden letters in the sand of the sinner.

Fear and reverence must be upon you!
For in repetition, my sword, my black mercy, strikes like lightning in the storm. Justice shall come upon you, and remember well:

on the other side of the city, there lie other towns that stand by the castle’s side.

And so, until the last of my deeds, I shall report as the counterpart of my companion, Tony.