What is the price for power?
When you bear the fruits
but the fruits are sour.
When you command your brutes
to spill rivers of blood,
only for them to be caught dead in their tracks,
to lay buried, forgotten in the mud.
And for what?
Glory? Survival? Fear?
What is the price for fear?
When they tremble before you,
including the ones you hold dear.
Those that don’t shake are few,
but they would strike you down if they could.
It’s all for the bigger picture;
if only they understood.
What is the price for fear?
Glory? Survival?
What is the price of life?
It costs nothing for comfort and peace
and everything for violence and strife.
A war you can’t refuse to cease,
a war for survival if need be.
Would you die for the ones you love?
Would you die for a stranger so they could be free?
What is the cost of taking another life?
Glory?
What is the price for glory?
In the ground, dozens lie
just so you could tell a story.
Loved ones weep and cry
but their lamentations fall on deaf ears.
Their pain can always heal
and leave only scars throughout the years.
Glory is eternal.
What is the price for power,
when you sacrifice others to obtain it?
What is the price for fear
when you can ignore your conscious?
What is the price for life
when the passage to the Styx has already been lit?
What is the price for glory
when the deeds you’ve done have left you haunted?