Viscera

The battle's over now
So I take this bloody crown
Making sure he's dead
By lopping off his head
Blood occludes the floor
We are slaves no more
Freedom is assured

Picking off survivors
The City now is ours
Crimson stains the brickwork
Shining in the twilight hours

Hundreds cheer my name
Showering me with fame
The world is forever changed
By my actions today