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Basking in the glory of a thousand brutal conquests

Ripping the life from the enemy whose vaunted

Staring with intent

A vicious malcontent

Ripping limbs from bodies

Tearing through your forest

This is brutality at its finest

A specimen of hatred

The collector of bones

The wearer of the crown

The Crown of severed limbs

Killing Christianity

Living in exile

Taking the limbs

And breaking the bones apart

To threaten their beliefs

By ripping their god apart

The fear of endless mortal souls

To the specimen, all just bones

To be torn

To be worn

In a mockery of their lord.

Staring with intent

A vicious malcontent

Ripping limbs from bodies

Tearing through the forest

The crown of severed limbs is worn as a sign

A message to their lord that this is not his time

With every broken body worn above his eyes

The taint of malice darkens innocent skies

The wearer of the crown

The crown of severed limbs

Worn so proud on his brow

The end of god for those in thrall