Our Prologue (Intro)

A man whose morals severed in twain
In the unfair Lothryic, there lay our scene
Traded in a home life for a beer and a chain
And would do it all again for a family and a queen
Burnt scar on the face placed quaint with a gat
A man takes his life and a seat left unmanned
All attributed to his face which fell flat
Drugs both sold and used made life bland
A fearful path driven from fame and lust
Wouldn’st stop for nothing until it came to fruition
Wanted nothing less than to be left in the rubble and rust
So take a look in and see this man on a mission
Turn now and pursue things pleasant and fiction
But choose not, then give this album a listen