Don't descend into poverty my dear poet - Outcast rank
With no hearth to call your own - Refuge in Throat, but its not his home
Shameful for one of such old blood - Archibald son
Perhaps...
It is because you cannot carry new life onwards? - Golden dragon
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down