Fight onwards my son! Take the chance I never had!
Grasp you fate with both hands
May honor resound with your name.
To me ears, the mantra rings on
But am I truly worthy for the crown?
Fight onwards my son! Take up my cause!
Being second is first loser
Never assiociate disgrace with your person.
The mouse prefers flight than fight
But its whiskers are pulled tight
Fight onwards my son! This is your chance!
Wealth shall be your friend
Glory shall become your royal steed
Freedom to me is but a farce.
When my actions are controlled from afar
Fight onwards my son! I will say no more!
Leave your mark upon the heavens
Become a legacy for the bards to praise.
To my jailers I deeply bow
Your every wish is my command