Look into my eyes,
Young child.
I am the reaper,
Here to incinerate your soul.

Look above you.
I am dragon, high-borne,
Here to bring an end to your world,
Burning acid shards,
Buried under your skin.

Here to serve
And pray Father Time
Honour your name,
As you live for glory
And to see your enemies burn
At the gates of Valhalla.

Here to lay dusk,
As you drink fine wine
Out of severed heads.
Here to whisper your soul
Into slivers and shreds.

I am the spirit of vengeance,
Gas-mask death, slithering poison,
Running through your veins.
I am become your tomb.
I am the wasteland.
I am the many graveyards of men.