The crest you wear so valiantly
The sword sharpened at your side
Your comrades fought so gallantly
Your comrades fucking died
Cities falling by our effortless seige
Babies balling; do you feel your prestige?
You bask in luxury behind that crest that you wear
Realize the evident; through that crest I'll tear
Hold onto your life
By the break of first light
Your kingdom to me has befallen
The crest that you bear,
That crest that I'll tear,
It's . . . the crest of the fallen