Jacob Vale
Across silent windswept stormy plains
Over bones of goblins and human remains
Walks this wanderer on a lonely path
A man of madness with a satanic laugh
Insane with hatred vengeance dire
Vale’s evil soul dwells in hellfire
By his sword he lives and he will die by its blade
All creatures that know him are always afraid
Hidden in shadows they cower in fright
Watching the hunter who stalks through the night
Vale’s home is a fortress that is reached by a maze
But upon Grimney moor he spends all his days
Hunting the wildlife killing for pleasure
Pursuing his quarry on each day of leisure
Vale’s body is twisted battered by time
He has lost all his morals and lives only for crime
Stealing from peasants who are starving and cold
Taking their clothes and food to be sold
To unscrupulous traders who know not their grief
Those merchants with money to pay to this thief
Will buy all Vale’s goods and sell them again
Ignoring the poverty misery and shame
Jacob Vale is a villain who would sell his own mother
Claim on a bounty to trade in his own brother
No compassion or feelings flow in his veins
Only a desire for power through ill gotten gains
