“If one be chained then none be free
No mercy for the enemy”

From the woods, the men emerge.
Surrounding them as a deadly scourge.
They swallowed the caravan as it passed,
To free a comrade from their grasp.

The guards drew swords with battle cries,
and held the line to protect their prize.
Not gold, nor treasure, nor trinkets of men,
But the shadowy figure chained within.

Held captive in sorrow,
Hangman's noose awaits on the morrow.
They'd not leave him to this fate,
there's men to kill and chains to break.

As the raiders charge, the silver moon
Caught glimpses of the cloaked platoon.
Shadows of men dressed in black,
Demons of the sneak attack.

In darkness the guards couldn't tell,
From whence they came, whether earth or hell.
When they saw steel it was too late,
As the dark assassins sealed their fate.

Held captive in sorrow,
Hangman's noose awaits on the morrow.
They'd not leave him to this fate,
There's men to kill and chains to break.

And the guards,
All men of the crown,
Lay dead on the ground.
All butchered like flies,
On cold earth they lie.

Vengeance is found.

Held captive in sorrow,
Hangman's noose awaits on the morrow.
They'd not leave him to this fate,
There's men to kill and chains to break.

Inside the wagon, they were met with the grin
Of a liberated captain freed by his men.
No doubt in his mind his brothers would come,
And into the woods the men did run.

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