On Whom the Sword Shall Fall

In times of roaring engines
 In times when steam has hidden rays of Sun
 As iron ore is melting
 More often seen is people's stone-cold frown
 Black Death took lives of workers
 And those who're left wanted their pockets full
 One thought struck the employers
 To let machines among the living rule
 But there are those who are never affected
 Those whose resources can never run low
 From the chaos of the streets they're protected
 The noblemen are the ones who stand tall
 But even there in the lush royal chambers
 Peace is a thing that is only dreamt of
 Struggles and intrigues call for blood-spilling
 And Seth for this reason is serving the court
 Seth is assassin
 And gentry pays him
 To chop some heads off
 Of the unloyal
 Words of the monarch
 For him are sacred
 By them inspired
 He feasts on corpses
 Step inside
 Of Seth's precautious mind
 And let us be your guide
 Through horrors of the night
 To vagueness of the end
 Watch the hero's fate
 Unroll before your eyes
 And take the shadow path
 Through city soaked in lies
 Back to Seth
 He's adapted
 To the flow of
 Lonehill Town
 Raised unbound
 Fearless warrior
 Who has looked
 Into abyss
 When the night has fallen
 On the streets of Lonehill
 Carriage has set out towards our hero's lodging
 With a private order
 Regent yearns to see him
 "Matter cannot wait long
 Let's get to our business"
 Seth has left the regent
 In a hasty manner
 With a new-born burden
 And a bag of money
 Took his blood-forged sword and
 Moved out for his mission
 Gather around, my friends
 And let the story begin