A foggy troubled tale we sow, upon the blood we tread,
A savage land of crooks and woe, a road of gold and dread.
A deep abyss of tragic loss, an anguished sea of hate,
A pit of somber dirt and moss, dark pacts, and blades of fate.
Arrows loose and steels ignite, regret and justice tussle,
Serving gods or coin we fight, redemption, hope and hustle.
Cloaked in shadow, poisoned lies, secrets, tangled webs,
Allies through a veiled disguise, vagabonds and plebs.
But bright and valiant purity, dwells deep within our veins,
Flames of brilliant surety, calms and soothes our pains.
When troubles rise and bodies fade, she blossoms hope and light,
Guiding forth a just crusade, for friends of murky plight.
As even in the darkest null, engulfed in stormy bluster,
Her shining heart will never dull, the warmth to whom we muster.