[Ferris]

Once, have I loved
In the arms of my creator I am innocent

Twice, have I ruled
In the halls of men and their Gods

Thrice, have I killed
In the name of their God and his followers

Never, have I been so stained
In the Name of their God and his will

Again, will I be innocent?

War will cleanse my soul on the field

Never, it seems will I be clean of blood

For I strike in Honour

And wound in revenge

I am the blade of Justice

But in the hands of men

I am a tool of Vengeance