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Mountains crumble at my feet

The ground will bow to me

Earth shook my by mere passing

I rule over thee

Cross over, the arid hillside

Taking shelter where I may

In my wake an acrid wasteland

I lead no army

I'm but a man

Cast out by mob rule

Tarred by my clan

Now I can't be held by grave or chain

Now let loose, my blade will not be stayed

The crown of worms that adorns my head should tell you that I am

Lord

A bag of teeth to collect my spoils

On my approach, the innocent flee

All I'll leave are villages burning

The victim's bones will be Armour to me

By the elder council I'm deplored,

But by ticks and leeches I'm adored

The naysayers hope to hunt me down

I will meet them with my sword

Curse my makers, for their injustice, they will... Fall!

I was destroyed by a frightened child,

who sicced upon me twenty men

I've been giften a chance at vengeance

It is my mission to be their end