Cool earth dampened by a vernal dawn
Cold Sun glinting off of broadswords drawn
Cool brook rolling across white hooves worn
Cold Sun glinting off a spiraled horn

Can you see the Sun over the trees?
You seek power beyond what you can seize
For his desires watch man fall to his knees

Man's mercurial lust to kill
Pure of heart would not seek such thrill
Let curse befall the man it will

Blue eyes glazed blind to this earthen plane
Should your blade by pure blood be stained
Desolation shall doom your domain

Man's mercurial lust to kill
Pure of heart would not seek such thrill
Let curse befall the man it will

Cold blood, brutish hand slits tender throat
Warm blood spilling down a pearly coat

Ashes fill your eyes
Blackened sunless skies
Fields of carnage and ice
Where your kingdom lies