Karma

rules are made to be broken kings are born to lead empire to be fallen watters will recede choose your idol carfully choose your god and pray care for your family dont brake the bonds i say be carefull what you pray and wish for it might find and haunt you karma wins in the end shells your soldiers gather mormans at your door young men join their father children crying on the floor rubber men with an iron mask hes comming to your land althogh hes not been asked he will take from it what he can and leave you there just as fast and then it comes haunting karma in the end you are fighting for whos freedom on someone elses soil expect what you are given does it make you blood overboil overide the power and let their god take his stand arrows come in showers to cover all your land the day will come to confess and the haunt of karma winning in the end