I used to rule the guild...
Knees would bend before blood was spilled.
Now in the mornings I hunt alone...
Hunt the men I used to own.
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No need to roll the dice...
Fool me once? It was out with his eyes!
Kind of ironic how the scales can lean...
Now, 'an eye for an eye' does have a ring.
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One minute I bore the crown...
Next, the walls would all fall down.
And I discovered that my guild was built
Upon pillars of ash and pillars of silt...
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I hear those cowardly bards are coming!
Try their hands, because I'm not running!
Volta's sword and Lucasa's shield!
A lethal duet that will never yield!
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Death for treason!' they all exclaimed!
Of that treason, I'll clear my name...
Nary a drop was spilled...
But that was when I ruled the guild...