VINCENT BATLING
I am Lord Vincent,
Twin of Vladimir,
We are kin and not rivals,
Do I make myself clear?
Brothers in arms,
Masters of night,
Rulers of Batlings,
By power of birthright.
Through the midst of time,
Across hundreds of years,
I’ve lived a Warrior’s life,
Full of triumph and tears.
In the shadow of dusk,
I take to the sky,
In a wondrous display,
Which you cannot deny.