battle down

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!