The host, says the field is clear

We wonder in fear, we are unwell 

Because the night draws near

It’s time for war, little time for us to dwell
Betrayal, a traitor

Our comrade, our danger

A rouge vindicator 

Once a captain, now a stranger 
The host, our fellow

With no knowledge of that, bagged with trust

Our comrade, we follow

A death battle we did not know will burst
We were a fused prey to the host

A conjoined toast 

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