Ascension Through Fire & Wrath

I turn my head towards the sky

As the piercing mist sweeps over

The setting sun in the east stains the twilight in vermillion spatters.

An omen as the night approaches

For as the crimson rays strikes the clouds and splay the sky wide open

So too will the snow-covered plains run red with the spilt blood of my foes

I shall reign death and suffering upon all who oppose me.

I would strike them down where they stand

Their corpses heaped upon each other

The stench of death permeates

All these things I ponder.

Gruesome visages form within my mind's eye

I see all, and I see a great victory before me

As I ascend to my coveted throne

Beneath my feet crush my enemy's bones

Fear is like a disease

It spreads like wildfire among these sheep dressed as men.

They learn to fear the great axe I wield

Perpetually stained a deep ichor

Mighty it is heft with the force of thunder

Great destruction it sows.

My iron fist holds a chalice filled with their life's essence

Of it I drink deeply and my thirst is sated.

Followers of the northern star

Will quake and tremble with complete obeisance before me

I am your master now. I come.