Cold-blooded keeper of the Empire Merciless swordsman with heart to Royal family chained No man or infant shall remain unsilenced If their departure by the Queen's hand is ordained The Royal command Not hers to question Only enforce if not to understand The men that fall Leave naught for sorrow Never weighed down by their blood on her hands Let not you disgrace, Alexandrian pride For fierce is the blade that has long been her guide The sword does not question, but can only obey With intent unchastised as the roses of May None alive can meet her arm in battle One sword alone enough to slay a hundred men To stand before her is to taste the Empire's blade To fall before the Queen and never rise again Lost are the men, who oppose her crusade For corrupt are the hands in control of her Blade Let not her devotion, be led so astray For her passion grows wild as the roses of May Cries from the darkness Through the streets still resound What blood lust is still left in longing When their innocent blood covers the ground? Fear not her grace, or the fire in her stare For fear is the gateway of hate and despair Fear for her masters, lest they her betray For her anger burns bright as the roses of May