Every nation has it's leaders
Every country has it's king
And every army has a general
But consumed by the every growing power that is fame and stardom
Every battle they lead
Every choice they make will lead you into the path of fate
And fate alone can save a dying race from it's own extermination from the hand of these leaders
They will guide you
They will teach you
But in the end they use you like some pityful whore
Lead you this far and drop you into something they couldn't face
These leaders
Consumed by glory and honour
Are the demise of soldiers who only see the temptation of the guns
But you cannot fight
Because fighting needs a leader