No crimson crest in simple dress
befits a pretender at their best
No subtle hint of steel and flint
is brave to those who brandish it

Iron ball and chain of lead
with silver lock and copper head
Spin once for luck and twice to die
Aim for heart or aim for eye

Stand close and hear the silent ringing
of powerful waves the air is bringing
Smell the powder and the flame
Dream of violence and forget your name

Black: this night overwhelming
Sad: the tale no one is telling
One moment with your foolish zeal
to end what everyone thinks you feel