Disciples of discord, Seekers of struggle, antagonistic suitors of hate
Spoiling for strife, restless and rebellious, enticing victims and game
They frozen with fear, awestruck by cruelty, seduced by the hunters gaze
Intensity in my eyes, firm and cold as ice is the hand that wields the scepter
Infatuated with violence and aggression’s sweet intoxicating taste
Perched proudly upon the throne of carnivores and birds of prey
Towering high upon the skulls of opponents fallen in my wake
Their crunching bones, and gurgling throats are the greatest accolade
The highest majesty is to lock horns with he That crushes all who stand before him and brings enemies to their knees
To wage unending war and ever compete
Cast the gauntlet at my feet and embrace your enemy