(Erek)
"Towards the castle I ride,
a palace of deception and greed,
to be given a knightly honor,
bestowed by the one I've hated most.
Entering the gates, I contemplate His demise.
Bloody reconciliation. Trumpets blare at my approach.
They joyfully sing my praises, but little do these worshipers know,
their kingdom will lie in ruins.
I approach the King, admiration in His eyes.
He addresses me as champion, Saviour of the Land.
Then, on bended knee, I unsheathe my father's blade.
I thrust the dagger in.
With furious vengeance, I cleanse this swine of his transgressions.
Bleed!
Your sins are cleansed by the spilling of your own blood.
This will not be over quickly.
You will be drained in front of your throne.
Your servants look on in horror.
I run."