I am Siege Ubsessed, put my claymore to your neck
Dressed for death, stain your chainmail red
A squall of blades will slice you into shreds
Obliterate the foe there is nothing left
Cannonball blast a hole in your plate armor
Soldiers imbued with a revolutionary ardor
Trebuchets locked and loaded launching flaming mortar
Deserters will be dragged through town drawn and quartered