Expelled from the womb
Cradled in spite
In this den of wolves
Lightning's lineage
Engendered its birthright to rank
Its edict of power
Destined to be free of chains and shackles
Fullbodied fists
Instincts unblemished
The restless and ruthless, spawn of the abyss
Finest black noble blood
Unbeholden, Hewn from misery
Pain begets the strength of the masters of this world
The law of the strong etched in their bones
Obstinate, unyielding, primed and awaiting impatiently
Hungry for what is rightfully ours
Blackest of titans,
Proud and defiant,
Wield the trident,
Hunt down the frauds,
Split their skulls and slit their throats
Marked for magnanimity
Strife's brightest sons
From muck and austerity and filth have become
The wolf at your door
The hellions of old
That laugh at your laws and plunder your gold
No place for half measures
No pause or surrender
Take pleasure as aggressor in this solemn endeavour
Pain will pass, victory is forever
Hewn from ash, sulphur and flame
Sworn to the discipline of the blade
Toil, suffering and endless pain
That of which I am made