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Vanguard


Vanguard

  

Bow down before your excellence, grandmaster of the game!

From the first you dominate, a skill beyond all blame.

Deliberately mortify my ivory-colored king!

 

Ice cold like a frost work, red hot like a blaze

feel the iron bars to my touch.

Sickens, nauseates me, cold bloods’ lust,

creeping under my dungeon’s hatch,

slavering with hunger for my flesh.

 

I am the vanguard of war, crowing beyond your door,

when the little piglets grunt for the old boar.

 

I am the vanguard of war, crowing beyond your door,

when the little piglets grunt for the old boar.

 

Your knights and rooks checkmate the pawn. Forfeit my crown and throne.

Exulting you bring off your foe, smite it with your paw.

Lord Credulous, just have an eye to the black and white.

 

Iron ground falls down from underneath my feet.

Lose my balance and wits and sense.

Submit to your servants, bitter sweet,

feel the venom of thousand fangs.

Rogue is the pain maven! Do ‘em in!

 

I am the vanguard of war, crowing beyond your door,

when the little piglets grunt for the old boar.

 

I am the vanguard of war, crowing beyond your door,

when the little piglets grunt for the old boar.

 

Fanfares sound, back warriors’ cheers carousing in the court.

Feast your eyes on victory’s blaze licking through your vault.

In honor of your self-deceit my sons suffuse your hall.

I am the game, have just begun, the father of your fall.

 

I am the vanguard of war, crowing beyond your door,

when the little piglets grunt for the old boar.

 

I am the vanguard of war, crowing beyond your door,

when the little piglets grunt for the old boar.




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