When you attacked my world,
Your intentions were quite clear.
You intended to destroy us,
But now you reek of fear.
When I destroyed your armies,
My mind, for them, was not open.
And as I killed your captains,
My breath remained unbroken.
You expected many victims,
But alas, you received one, alone.
Your soldiers fell like dominoes.
My methods, to you, unknown.
And now you cower, drenched in sweat,
Fearing the death you know too well.
Without care, or a glint of mercy,
My blade rings Death's unholy bell.