King of war

Winter in the badlands

A king with sword in hand,

Fires burning all around

Red claret blood stains the ground,

Many lay dead making no sound

Killed by swords or scewered on a spear,

Dismembered bodies says something awful happened here

Yet in these brutal times no one shed a tear,

The mighty king was the master of fear,

And killing for power and domination

Was his determination,

But there will come a time when he will be laying too

On a battlefield of blood it true,

Defeated by someone with the same intent

And his body will also be wrent,

And the fear he spread will be at an end.