Rose of May

Cold-blooded keeper of the Empire
 Merciless swordsman with heart to Royal family chained
 No man or infant shall remain unsilenced
 If their departure by the Queen's hand is ordained
 The Royal command
 Not hers to question
 Only enforce if not to understand
 The men that fall
 Leave naught for sorrow
 Never weighed down by their blood on her hands
 Let not you disgrace, Alexandrian pride
 For fierce is the blade that has long been her guide
 The sword does not question, but can only obey
 With intent unchastised as the roses of May
 None alive can meet her arm in battle
 One sword alone enough to slay a hundred men
 To stand before her is to taste the Empire's blade
 To fall before the Queen and never rise again
 Lost are the men, who oppose her crusade
 For corrupt are the hands in control of her Blade
 Let not her devotion, be led so astray
 For her passion grows wild as the roses of May
 Cries from the darkness
 Through the streets still resound
 What blood lust is still left in longing
 When their innocent blood covers the ground?
 Fear not her grace, or the fire in her stare
 For fear is the gateway of hate and despair
 Fear for her masters, lest they her betray
 For her anger burns bright as the roses of May