I must contain my anger, or I won't control my power
But gods! How long I've waited just to see this very hour!
It's just as well I'm not the one who calls the storm of fire
Or I would turn this battle plain into your funeral pyre!

The priests all say I must not hate, but I will not pretend
I saw the wreck you made of her, my Herald and my friend
The scars you left in flesh and soul will be so slow to fade
Oh, would I had your coward heart beneath my naked blade!

I must control my rage, or lose ability to plan
I must direct the fight from here, not charging in the van
As you will likewise do, no doubt, for all that you are cruel
And revel in shed blood and pain, I think you are no fool

But in the name of all the gods, you're all that I despise
Who planned to take by treachery my kingdom as your prize
My throne, my child, my people, all, you plotted to despoil
By tricks that only miracles enabled us to foil

I must control my fury or let slip all that I've sought
But vengeance would not be enough for all the grief you've wrought
Gods grant this day you fall beneath the steel of me and mine
And drink full deeply of defeat, that cold and bitter wine

My crown is on my brow, my naked blade within my hand
My army like an eager hound lies waiting my command
With how you tortured, killed and lied revealed to them this day
By all the stars that ever shone
By all the gods, known and unknown
For Herald Kris and my Queen's Own
I swear that you will pay!