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