Forever an Outcast, eternally spited.
Unfairly rejected, cruelly despised.
On me the dark heart of Fate has alighted.
Little but tragedy has been for me devised.
Cursed to always carry my father's traits,
And condemned for crimes I did not commit.
Now I can never lose the light's hate.
It leaves me one choice; to evil submit.
"Blood always tells", they told us.
The Empire's last hope, Morzan's sons.
One is loved, in him they trust.
Another is hunted, he the light shuns.
How can you judge me for what I have done?
In pain, regretting the day I was born.
I turned on my friends, from love to run.
I spared them, revealing my heart to be torn.
Now I am the stronger,
(The tables can turn).
I suffered longer,
(Your turn to learn)!
Revenge is in reach.
Or is mercy a choice?
Is it too late to beseech?
Do I still have a voice?
Can I turn back?
Is this path wrong?
Is it courage I lack?
Or have I had it long?
A prisoner I became,
In my own mind.
An object of shame,
Among my own kind.
Who am I truly?
I am the Red Rider,
I am the stronger,
I am the Eldest,
I AM MURTAGH!