I vow, my love, upon your shattered soul,
To hunt the six who tore you from my side.
Which robbed an honest king of his fair bride.
Vengeance rouses death itself to stir.
I care not if it sees my Kingdom razed.
A thousand dead will march at my command,
My flesh will be your tomb, my soul your grave
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