At the centre of Skaia the Battlefield lay,
Both armies were led by their King.
The land had been ravaged and pure devastation
Was all that the war'd ever bring.
In the hulk of his home, his fields were on fire,
A Warweary Villein arose.
An end to the war and the rule of the royals
The goals he believed in, he chose.
Under his banner united the soldiers,
Coloured both pale and ink.
His Dersite descension meant nothing to him,
He led them against the Black King.
"Down with the tyrant!" and "Long live the people!"
The King heard the mob from afar.
Betrayed by his army, no force but his sceptre,
'tween him and the loss of the war.
But it wasn't the people that ended up killing
The lord of the kingdom of Derse.
For the Sovereign Slayer was stealing this privilege.
'twas him that reached the King first.
No peace brought this murder, no freedom from tyranny,
For destruction the Slayer would strive.
He killed all the soldiers, the black and the white ones.
Only the Villein survived.
Red Miles started sprouting from Jack and his ring,
Like veins of blood in the sky.
The battlefield quaked and machines of bellig'rence
Were torn to tatters with might.
