t w e n t y - o n e
the rumours of your power
are heard throughout the land
the echo of your cruelty
speaks of your evil deeds
you walk over corpses
crush hearts with your hands
wade through the blood
of those you've cut down
twisted and broken
lie the bones of your foes
scattered across fields
that were once green and good
nothing and no one
can flee from your claws
you are always victorious
ripping lives from the earth
a gruesome commander
laying waste to our world
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