He is crueler than any demon
But he is more merciful than any saint
And yet for some odd reason
His motives and deeds show little restraint
And even though his origins are foreign
He brands on it like fashion
His powers spread to that of famine
Making his vengeance and loyalty burn with much passion
He saw his beloved's empire rise and fall
And was there when famine raged on
He has obtained knowledge not known to all
For his role is compared to that of a pawn
Eventually, all shall carve their omens
And all shall draw their last breath
For every word of 'He' is 'Man'
And all shall come to know death
-The Royal Protector
