My people have bled enough, we're not here to conquer, we're here to hide behind your wall
I don't want people to remember me like that, scorched and screaming, but it's better than betraying everything I believe
They followed me because they respected me, because they believed in me. The moment I kneel for a Southern King, that's all gone
Do you know what it takes to unite 90 clans, half of them want to massacre the other half?