In the darkest black with a metal skin, I warned of an attack, One if by land, two if by sea A nation soon to be free

A simple shell of toughness built to last in rain and shine. From residential smoky vents to ancient castle spires. I now stand to break by hand or mark your garden line. Formation's cast to stand at last in raging furnace fires.

Fit for kings, two dimensional war. You can find me at the store. Soldiers in passing on front lines. This game really tests your mind

A man is here to rot all day, his head and hands both locked away. For citizens to gawk and talk; to mock and jeer as they walk In modern days anew type used, the tops and pits for wealth abuse. To buy and sell ever to see the poor remain in poverty

Kings fear me most when their people do not I ride on reason and fall with force.