Greetings,

You do not know our names, 

but it’s we that craft the lands

You do not know our faces, 

but have seen the working of our hands.

 

It is we who keep away the harshness,

As we wait within the darkness

of summer’s raging heat

Since King’s sat in their seats

Of winter’s bitter cold.

Since legends still were told

 

We honor now a pact of blood,

made with your ancient kin

To offer up a choice,

Before the games begin

 

We know killers when we see them, conquerors by their steps.

We know you to be neither,

At least you're neither yet. 

 

There is a hand that’s guiding you

It cares nothing for your life

Turn away from it to aide us

You’ll be free of coming strife

 

Should you stay upon this path?

Of violence and sin

Then you too shall feel a mother‘s wrath

And pain you’ll wish would end.