When too many oppose you, It's hard to become the king.
A hell lot of swordsmen, Ready to slash your wing.

You still be audacious, And march towards the throne.
'Was a Vanquisher, gutsy leader', Will be written on your stone.

An unknown force, Harsh as cold wind.
Haltered your steps, Determination thinned.

Which daredevil reckoned your force!?
Who in the world, could change your course!?

Fear never the foes out there,
For their may be traitors within.
Don't battle the world outside,
In castles, often exist revolts built-in.