Fought and fell for our great king
we burned alive and boiled
The dragon, red and wrathful calls
We rise and march once more.
Cursed in death, we starve for flesh
Our skin is cooked and curled
We'll eat our kin and smash them in
In Hell, we'll grind their bones.
The typical picture of a rich, monocled guy in a white suit, carrying a cane, speaking in a nasally near-british accent, looking out over a large vista from his estate.
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That description was really caustic.
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