Close your eyes,
There is no need for you to see.
The darkness is rising high,
And you're in the brier deep.
But you will survive,
Even monsters more terrible than sleep.
You know you'll be here, with no one to to teatch you love.'
Revenge is a new art you perfect.
Traveling amongst Road brothers, not to trust.
You're my little soldier, my sweet Prince of Thorns

Stumbling lost,
Without the nuban you sacrificed.
Marriage is the cost,
Of ruling soldiers to man your keep
Your father you've crossed.
Favors for a throne you're going to seek.
A copper box keeps madness at bay.
You're are burnt and brittle
Haunted by your brothers ghost
You're my little soldier, my little King of Thorns

So you travel.
Through lands you roam,
Long to claim the empire throne.
You gamble in war and uses your pieces
A farther you have become,
A son of your own.
But he's just one,
Of many that you manage to save,'
When your's was ribbed away.
Searching for a brother long lost.
And maybe someday, the bitter will fade from your bones.
You are my little soldier, my proud Emperor of Thorns

You have been broken,
Broken others in return.
You have killed men without mercy.
Here take pride over forgiveness anyday.
You have been played,
But now you play the game.
A game that only can be lost.
When you found your brother at last you do what you do best'
you break the rules and changes the game.
but even for you, there is a light.
You were my child, born of Thorns.


Its inspired by Soldatino (Nico's Lullaby) by Paola Bennet and seen from Jorg morthers POV