كلمات Don't Trust a Paladin's Lies

Through vast fields made of grain and sand We march upon this scorched land Hailing the armored upon his steed As our guide does take the lead Offering us what little meat and ale This place smells of blood that's always quite stale My Liege, he says to us, why forth troubled eyes? As I plunge my blade I cry, never trust a paladin's lies Souls of men are but feeble when carnal pleasures aren't concealed In these times who determines the meaning of the word friend when a warrior cannot trust the paladin Observing around as I wipe my sword clean A Gallery Of Rogues present themselves to me My brothers in death only act how they know As they split them completely apart from head down to toe With a final breath one asks, what of my kin? Leaning in, I whisper upon him, take up your bounty with the paladin