In dawn's cold mist I stand, a tyrant stark and grim
Fields of silence whisper tales of those who defied my whim
My eyes, like coals, alight with a fierce, dark disdain
Each blade I wield, a story etched with my reign
My voice, the roar of storms, commands the sky and earth
Under my decree, hope fades, and despair finds its birth
The ground trembles, beneath the weight of my crown
In the ruins of rebellion, my shadow bears down
Through the cries and pleas, my sword sings a ruthless song
Each swing of power, where only I belong
Boundless my reach, relentless my quest to conquer all
In this world of war, each foe destined to fall
Behold the fields, now barren under my dominion's night
Every victory a jewel in my crown, gleaming with spite
I am War incarnate, ruler of the tempest's heart
In the silence of your defeat, my new reign will start