Why are you here but to FIGHT? Your Prince has shown you the manner of his purest mettle, AYE! In metal itself! And this true unerring razor's message is clear beyond words, for now's not the time for words, but for brave hands, bright swords, and blood. Aye, boys, it's about blood now! Too long frozen in your veins! And you'd rather yourself be rigid than follow me. Well, if you won't, then shamefully know that your Prince will! For his blood be solid, too, but straightened to steel and tempered in death! Rise alike as he! As swords! As we are Crowns alike as he!