OH we kill them left! we kill them right! we kill them under the bloodstars of night. From Aegir's deep to kabrinskia. They come young and old, plated in gold and we send them back in a beggars sack.
"Crusade! Crusade!" your mad men sing "Mendicant is no just king". And to that i say you'll meet our steel. For fruit and peasants is all you've killed.
It is so hard for you to see: The power of the commonwealth and her victory. I tell you now those shacks you live in will only be used when we take your wife in.
Now! go now! Fore us chevaliers take our sword and we form ranks. Your word nor stank will make us fear. In our precision march all we shall see is your rear.
(( I was feeling creative. anyways here's to a good war mates! cheers!))
