Charge

With your double edged sword drawn You're ready for the war Eyes of fire and envy On horse you swiftly charge Making sure to cut down Any immanent threat Taking any prisoners along the way Any you can get There you will keep them captive To show you are in charge Torturing them Starving them To the point of no return Look closely at your armor My gallant distrustful foe Full of rust and full of holes It will be the death of you, you know For when they break free From your iron fist Your violent, ridiculous reign You'll topple down to the ground And break your precious bones There will be no one around To help you regain your precious throne