Fate does ensue and the great walls hold no more glory. The once forgotten valor now lays tarnished in decadence. These men of honor have forgotten the struggle and now lay in beds as pigs. Growing fat off of greed, off of lust, they forgot where their allegences rest. Now I stand digusted on the edge of it all. Watching those I fought beside defoul somthing I fought so hard for, I watch my men turn into beasts. Did you forget that it was I who was in front of you. Killing those you couldn't slay, clearing a path for you? No reguard for the fallen and no more respect for their leader. And they seem to foget that it was behinde me that brought them where they are. The spoils of war have currupted these men. They are ghosts of their former selves and it breaks my heart to see strangers now in the men I once knew. Like a sad father I watch those who once followed in my ranks make fools of themselves and I don't know what it takes. Now I take a deep breath and I let out a sigh, for I know that tonight this place must meet it's demise. No more glory rests here. No more life, no more pride. The crows circle the sky and the grass has all died. They smell of decay clings to everything near. Pigs eating shit in their sties and ingnorence in the air. And ignorance will not save you and nor will your lies. I built all that was here and now it must be cleansed with cries. With your eyes on the prize you forgot what it all cost. You let greed take over you and now so very lost. So I summon the archers to point fire towards the sky. I bite my lip hard because I should not be cying. Let blood wash through the streets, let fire sanatize this place. Lets burn ruins to the ground lets wash away all the waste. I'm sorry dear freinds but I can't save you this time, you've forgotten your place. Grown weak and drunk off the wine. Nail these tradiors to the wall, make an example of them, that liers and theives aren't what we want out of men. Take their hollow ambitions and let the dogs have at them. Take their unfounded rights and butcher them with their hymns. I created this place but I did not feed the sin. The bodies feed the pyre and I watch it all burn. I sever the ties and wondered what was learned. Let the ash of this place blanket the ground let the silence replace the evil of this town. In order for flowers to grow weeds have to be pulled from them. We have to burn down this place to Rebuild again