Since I know how much she just loves my writings, here's another.
The torches burn, the wind is screaming
Against the shore, the townspeople realize
What swords are for, no one's living anymore
Freedom dies
March of death, comes to the homestead
With axes raised, half the city is dead
Children stare, upon the southern riders
Rebels rise
The lives of them all crumble and fall, their homes are left in flames
The beings left there, come together, they will rise against their shame
Homestead rebellion, fight the hellions that set to pillage and bleed
The hills of the night, rumble with the sound of men's battle cry
Defending or destroying
The lives of the weak, trying their hardest to uphold the meek
Yeah, I know the ending is rather abrupt, and it is awfully short, but I'm sure Shigatsu will just love it anyway.

The torches burn, the wind is screaming
Against the shore, the townspeople realize
What swords are for, no one's living anymore
Freedom dies
March of death, comes to the homestead
With axes raised, half the city is dead
Children stare, upon the southern riders
Rebels rise
The lives of them all crumble and fall, their homes are left in flames
The beings left there, come together, they will rise against their shame
Homestead rebellion, fight the hellions that set to pillage and bleed
The hills of the night, rumble with the sound of men's battle cry
Defending or destroying
The lives of the weak, trying their hardest to uphold the meek
Yeah, I know the ending is rather abrupt, and it is awfully short, but I'm sure Shigatsu will just love it anyway.