I lay waste to all who displease me.
I make haste of all who would appease me.
I gladly taste the spray from your decapitation.
I bask in your feeble attempt at retaliation.
Be it child, woman, or man -
All shall perish by my hand.
With the scorching singe of my burning brand.
Nothing will remain but bloodied land.
Far and wide my blade will roam,
I pity you not, as you rot and foam.
For wrathful vengeance has been unleashed;
No one escapes destruction from the Beast.