Valkyrie
The WarmachineIron maiden of blind justice
In your many arms you wield
Well-worn tools of the battlefield
With these remorseless pieces of metal
Such a poor chooser of the slain you make
With gauntlets of hatred you pummel the meek
With iron heels you trample upon the weak
Masked under the cold steel guise of humanity
Your proud banner is but a standard of chaos
The iron folds of your garb pull apart revealing
Naught but venom cradled at your breast
And a cavity where a heart ought to be
Envy, lust, and avarice fuel your engines
To keep you coming on the long busy nights
And you soar upon ego-borne zeppelins
Rage and passion thrusting your flights
Fickle triumphs tryst your many fights
You make glory and heroes of thugs
Violent men who worship your ways
With the sacrifices of women and children
As the wheels of factions churn and rile
Loveless gears crushing flesh and bone
Like grinding teeth of metal and stone
Steel pressing the blood of innocent grapes
Your consorts are armed for peace
And they skirmish in the name of harmony
Iron gripped in the fiendish grasp of irony
With the big fat backstabbing smiles
That even Time seems to be unable to wipe away
You who are cunning past man's thought
And the pious unfortunates snared in your sway
Are full of blessings when you are riggish
Caught in your multiple-layered webs of deceit
You make a fool of everyone
Then make them lose all that was won
And they are washed away in the tears of mercy
[Background noises: "Parlay?" and "Truce?"]
Under wings that eclipse the brightest sunshine
You shelter people ugly, malicious, and vain
Your every smile cloaks a curved wicked blade
You are wild and thoughtlessly ruthless
But a puppet upon the chains of politics
A fool cast in the grand theatre of war
Yet I can but only sing of your unpunished deeds
Oh, good Sympathy, where have you flown off to?
