Revenge is Mine

Along this vast highland where dreams are sold, a champion is foretold. His tale has just begun, his father’s parting words are everlasting, On this here tombstone where heroes lay, forged in might, forged in scorn, A vengeful spirit seeks his reward, that in this life; death’s toll be fivefold, So is the promise, so is the cost, of this champion’s reality.

Forget me not’s linger in the air, another’s likeness is nowhere near as fair. An everlasting remembrance, here he stands, a boy no more, On this here tombstone where heroes lay, forged in might, forged in scorn, A son’s anger forever scorched, that in his life; vengeance’s toll be tenfold, So is the promise, a promise that he keeps, forevermore pledging his fidelity.

The glaring sun overlooks the rolling hills, our champion; a sight to behold, His war path has signaled the heavens, signaled in fury, his will be done, On this here tombstone where heroes lay, forged in might, forged in scorn, that his father’s words be not in vain and the cries of mercy be hundredfold, Evildoers are revealed, their cries of anguish, a song of beautiful brutality.

Through pleas his mother urges that his sanguine thirst be averted, “O dear mother I cannot, for on this here tombstone where heroes lay, I must forge in might; I must forge in scorn, thus seek my revenge; Heads on a spike roasting over flames, that is the reward I wish to claim, So until this promise is fulfilled; this is my war cry, this is my reality.”