Chapter 2 - The Set Up

My son will not be bound

My son will not be bound, oh

My son will fly over your heads

My son my son my son will soar



"You stray away from your forge

You peasent, what are you good for?"

I knew that voice but somehow now

It sounded like a roar



"I rode up to your home myself

After I received reports

That you stole gold from one of my knights

Oh are you really that poor?"



I thought I had seen a taste of god

Until now it just seemed like a facade

Sometimes when something cuts your skin

The bleeding never stops



Next to him stood the Knight

With the heart of gold

The same one who

Gave this pouch I hold



You gave me this gold

Said feed my son

My god

How can you be so cold



Are you to punish me

For my sins?

When I've only done

What I was told?



My words just bounce

Off of the armor

That I forged to

Protect their souls