I border the line 'tween darkness and light:
My anger is my strength in this fight.
I claim my vengeance is that of the Lamb,
And try to forget who I was, who I am.
Betrayal spurs me on to wicked deeds
Against which the Holy Book pleads.
I am the judge, jury, and executioner here:
The Hope of Zion, and the Legion's Fear.
Alea iacta est, and in the canyon we fell,
I am Edward Sallow's personal hell.
Can the Courier talk me down from my wrath
Or do I stay on my self-righteous path?
There comes a time to make a choice:
Perhaps I will heed another's voice.
When last I did, to the slaughter I was led,
And my loyal men by bear hands were left dead.
He misquoted those lines to me, and I believed,
And thus was he of the Dam bereaved.
"Yes, though I walk through the Valley..."
The Canyon lay before me, then beneath me.
"Of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil..."
This, we thought, would be the final upheaval.
"For the Valley of the Shadow of Death..."
I still taste the flames with every breath.
"Is wherever I walk through."
The last thing I will rue.
Choose now! My fate is in your hands,
And you will answer to the fate of these lands,
For where I lead, men will follow me,
And surely this is destiny...
History will tell the rest:
Alea iacta est.