My son will not be bound 
My son will not be bound, oh 
My son will fly over your heads 
My son my son my son will soar 

"You stray away from your forge 
You peasent, what are you good for?" 
I knew that voice but somehow now 
It sounded like a roar 

"I rode up to your home myself 
After I received reports 
That you stole gold from one of my knights 
Oh are you really that poor?" 

I thought I had seen a taste of god 
Until now it just seemed like a facade 
Sometimes when something cuts your skin 
The bleeding never stops 

Next to him stood the Knight 
With the heart of gold 
The same one who 
Gave this pouch I hold 

You gave me this gold 
Said feed my son 
My god 
How can you be so cold 

Are you to punish me 
For my sins? 
When I've only done 
What I was told? 

My words just bounce 
Off of the armor 
That I forged to 
Protect their souls

Chapter 2 - The Set Up

Horus Blak