Cold-blooded keeper of the Empire
Merciless swordsman with heart to Royal family chained
No man or infant shall remain unsilenced
If their departure by the Queen's hand is ordained
The Royal command
Not hers to question
Only enforce if not to understand
The men that fall
Leave naught for sorrow
Never weighed down by their blood on her hands
Let not you disgrace, Alexandrian pride
For fierce is the blade that has long been her guide
The sword does not question, but can only obey
With intent unchastised as the roses of May
None alive can meet her arm in battle
One sword alone enough to slay a hundred men
To stand before her is to taste the Empire's blade
To fall before the Queen and never rise again
Lost are the men, who oppose her crusade
For corrupt are the hands in control of her Blade
Let not her devotion, be led so astray
For her passion grows wild as the roses of May
Cries from the darkness
Through the streets still resound
What blood lust is still left in longing
When their innocent blood covers the ground?
Fear not her grace, or the fire in her stare
For fear is the gateway of hate and despair
Fear for her masters, lest they her betray
For her anger burns bright as the roses of May