The Death-Striker
Piercing, cutting,
Carving,it moves intensely
Cut my petty heart in two,
Sent my mind into different realms
Of thought, in a million pieces,
My schools of thought spread apart
By the shining sword of power,
The Death-Striker.
Shine, shine, shine! You burning
Wretch of desires, that sliced my life
Away, by the edge of your madness,
You reflect in my eyes, the red, the burning
Comes off your shining face,
Death strikes, death strikes,
I strike with you,
You Death-Striker.