Vance Scarab
At Voramal’s restaurant behind a large bolted door
Lives a man who detests Grimney’s violence and war
Although he has fought many a soldiers campaign
Stood on the battlefields amongst the wounded and slain
Collected his purse in sovereigns of gold
The truth must be known now must be told
Vance Scarab’s a man who lives by the sword
The highest bidder will pay his reward
But this outlaw’s a poet an artist at heart
Not just an animal that would tear you apart
Those delicate fingers that hold tight on a brush
Have gripped around men’s throats and squeezed to a crush
Each hand is stained by the blood of a foe
Vance murdered his brother with a bolt from a bow
He knows the old saying ‘As ye sow so shall ye reap’…
Ruthless and cunning but compassion runs deep
Expecting to die by a blow from a knife
Each assassin that hunts him desires his life
Stalkers that follow seek the price on his head
There is a rich bounty as long as he’s dead
Missing an eye one side out of sight
Hand on his sword hilt ready to fight
Nowhere is safe for this soldier so brave
He will not find peace until he sleeps in his grave
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