Pentakill - Thornmail

^GmMy king, my king, ho^Dw was I supposed to know that ^Gmeveryone will falter when you ^Ddie. ^GmAnd as we speak the army of our e^Dnemies is appr^Gmoaching our gates, we cannot ^Dfly.

^GmBehold, my son, There's a ^Dway to save you all, Don't you d^Gmespair, don't be petrifie^Dd.

^GmThere is an armor, ancient ^Dmagic made it strong, And you s^Gmhall wear it when you face the fi^Dght.

^EmThis harness will g^Auide us through ^Bmdangerous night, ^EmIt humbles the ^Afoe with its ^Bmgrace. ^EmThe thornmail ^Awill help us ^Bmprevail and survive, ^EmOur deadliest ^Afate we embra^Bmce.

^GmWell done, my son, it's the ^Dway to save you all, but don'^Gmt you think the realm's been p^Durified. ^GmCreatures of darknes^Ds are still longing for your f^Gmall, Keep them in thrall, it's^D time to smite and ignite.

^EmThis harness will g^Auide us through ^Bmdangerous night, ^EmIt humbles the ^Afoe with its ^Bmgrace. ^EmThe thornmail ^Awill help us ^Bmprevail and survive, ^EmOur deadliest ^Afate we embra^Bmce.

^GmMy king, my king, ho^Dw was I supposed to know that ^Gmeveryone will falter when you ^Ddie. ^EmThis harness will g^Auide us through ^Bmdangerous night, ^EmIt humbles the ^Afoe with its ^Bmgrace. ^EmThe thornmail ^Awill help us ^Bmprevail and survive, ^EmOur deadliest ^Afate we embra^Bmce. ^G#mSon, smite them all!