A life lived with honour is what you perceived
While daggers in your back plot the path you lead
You cant see the spiders watching you while you sleep
While the pack Survives, the lone wolf will surely die
Cast aside, thrown out like the filth of swine
Overshadowed dismayed, every action overplayed
Some broken, some moulded, some with tales left unspoken
Overshadowed dismayed, every action overplayed
I was told I should have "taken the realm for yourself
It was yours for the taking. That was your moment all you need to do was
Climb those steps, such a sad mistake" I've made many mistakes!
But that was not one of them, that was not one of them
As I sit in my cell, I still won't change my path
If this brings my death, let this bring me rest
I will make weapons with your bones
Brought Down, by my inability
To play the games, of this crooked city
The only time you can be brave
Is when you are truly afraid
As the pack survives, the lone wolf will surely die
If this brings my death, let it bring me rest