4 zodiac — Episode 12

The weak are born to be broken If you cannot hold power, I will weld it to you Grasp it or let the chains drag you under Let it devour him or force his birth Perfect Whiskey Now Are the men ready, Acedias? We have a long way to go They march on your word, General They are already beneath the snow Then we burn the mist Crown VO Humans see a nightmare I saw a mother Crown, they gave me a home