Living in this hell hole
Dieing everyday
Rotting corpses burning
Killed in everyway
Murderous assassins
And pickpockets at large
Thieves and thugs and rogues
Working for their charge
Pittence in their pockets
A small bag of coin
If you want a life here
With those you'll have to join
Guilds and clans are forming
And ruling all our lands
Destroying everything with their touch
Destruction from their hands
A world full of envy
A city full of pain
A street full of murder
A road of blood's stain
