Persistently it follows deep in the night
It knows no boundaries and crawls like a wight
Biding its time with a lustful urge
I am the conquest; I am the scourge

After a while, it plunges out supposedly brave
As the sound of terror arouses the knave
The sword of silver baptised in the haze of gore
I am in charge; I am the war

It sheds the red substance down the drain
As the darkness claims the victim—all in vain
Life is a resource and scales are to preserve the ration
I am the famine; I am the desolation

Human or animal, it’s all the same
This is how to sever a frog and reap the fame
Justified by seductive last breath…
I am relentless, and thus, I am death