My people have bled enough, we're not here to conquer, we're here to hide behind your wall
If he's useful good, if not, throw him off the wall, see if crows can fly
They followed me because they respected me, because they believed in me. The moment I kneel for a Southern King, that's all gone
I don't want people to remember me like that, scorched and screaming, but it's better than betraying everything I believe