Paradox of Death

Coward
Couldn't handle the art of torture
Bartered your life
For the decimation of the realm
Prisoner of war
Now betrayer to the throne
Showed weakness from the inception
We knew you'd fold

Drag him through the mob
Naked and bound by rope
A rat will die 1,000 deaths
Before hell becomes his home

We ready ourselves for the night
When dawn comes we strike
Kill them all while I find the rat
All will witness the end of his life
A paradox of death
From enemy to brother
You'll be moving with the wind
After we make them suffer