chronicles of vengeance

a thunderous crash in the dead of the night

we ready our weapons

prepare for the fight

my band of comrades

so cruelly betrayed

now face the cold edge of justice's blade

they knew how to hit us

they knew where to look

our fortress was breached and its mighty walls shook

accused of this treason

i fled to the sea

to track down the true source of that treachery

sold out

betrayed

attacked

besieged

outcast

accused

honour

refused

ride

the black spot in my hand

on a quest for the truth

i scour the land

this traitorous curr

shall die by my hand

if i'm to be spared

i must have his head

i shall not rest 'til this traitor is dead

i called in all favours

i bartered and bribed

i must find this turncoat

and find him alive

and so i was taken to a little old inn

and deep in his cups

my man sat within

we bitterly battled

but i won the fight

and tied him beneath the high tide mark that night

and when i'd made sure he could no longer stand

i left him there with that black spot in his hand

avenged

absolved

justice

made right

vengeance

deserved

honour

preserved

as the lifeless corpse of my enemy floats in the bay

choked on salty brine

i swear a deadly oath. by poseidon's name

no traitor will go unpunished. hear these words and tremble

for our vengeance shall be swift and merciless!