I lay at night the storm bursting through my open window with the phantom of the night as my company for the day of riches. I can feel the eyes from above starring down on me with more fear then i may ever know. Theirs wolves at the door just waiting for my blood to be spilled, where will I run? I have no enemies that will hurt me. They do not dare my rule runs like blood against water i have no allies that will ever leave my side. Four years have passed her wishes still counties to drag me down with her minions. The day we first meet was the day i knew i would try to hard to forget but its too late to find out what would of happened now because of the present ideas. I bid my country farewell i will see thy again but my life was short i pray yours last longer then any man before you.