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The conqueror's blood-soaked pen,

It spins its web of crimson lies.

Retelling a hero's tale,

Through the villain's eyes.

Forgotten names and no one knows

That the real hero dies.

Not only is history

Written by the victor,

The pages of the book (the book)

Are inked in the blood (the blood)

Of the defeated.

While might may not always make right

It can grant you control of the light

Not only is history

Written by the victor,

The pages of the book (the book)

Are inked in the blood (the blood)

Of the defeated.

If history is written by the victor

Then when facing defeat

Make no mistake, I will

Sever every tongue,

Cut off every hand,

Your legacy,

It dies with me.

Narration mutilated.

Deception fabricated.

Who will tell your story,

When you're dead?

I'll cut out every tongue,

Sever every hand,

Your legacy,

It dies.

Dies with me.