Bravely tread, risk is my chance with fate

Power to oblige at this hour so very late

Whisper my name, wind spread my fear

Death is the end, and death is very near

Sing my blade, glisten with silver joy

Dance my blade dance, and prepare to destroy

Feet so light and quick, play among the shadows

Eyes be sharp and spot guards deep in the burrows

No longer will I cry, no longer will I wait

I’ll take the chance, the chance of fate

Victory or death is all that waits for me

I shall save my people, and we shall be free

Listen to the sound of the night

To think I shall fill her with fright

The last words that she will ever speak

Her future looks dark and bleak

I pity her, making and enemy of us

As if she had no faith and no trust

The halls glisten a beautiful crimson

Like the blood of my people working in prison

No longer will I cry, no longer will I wait

I’ll take the chance, the chance of fate

Victory or death is all that waits for me

I shall save my people, and we shall be free

Shadows can hide me, unmoving and cold

In this work were leaders rule no one is as bold

Feel my hatred, so brandished and employed

Fear my desire, like a fool being toyed

You know little of me and my kin

Yet you so readily order and sin

No! I deny you, so I picked up this trade

I wonder if I should apologize for making her death delayed

No longer will I cry, no longer will I wait

I’ll take the chance, the chance of fate

Victory or death is all that waits for me

I shall save my people, and we shall be free

Her room at last, unguarded the slime

For the freedom of my people, victory is mine

Drop dead silence I enter her room

Folly, so folly, to expect her alone

Late night meeting, guards, generals and all

Surely, my death won’t mean her eventual downfall

In the hushed silence, archers locked eyes

My final words were, “We shall rise!”