They followed me because they respected me, because they believed in me. The moment I kneel for a Southern King, that's all gone
I don't want people to remember me like that, scorched and screaming, but it's better than betraying everything I believe
My people have bled enough, we're not here to conquer, we're here to hide behind your wall
I like you, but if you're playing us false, it won't be hard for me to kill you