All idols will rot

You’ll suffer here tonight
Consecrate this domain of mine
Break their mouths to the bone
Little desire for mirth my wounds afford

Ancient relics and rich prize
The cost for pathetic human swine
Should you fall to cold clay
No lament, only infernal pain

Maimed of arrogance,
In a marsh of blades

Your bravery is shown
It's met with a strike
Inevitable ache and torture
Tormenting full of spite

Now I will wait till the dawn
When a new invader comes
In my cavern they all lay
All the cretin I have slain

Exhausted and defeat
You will not last the night
Stern will be my progress
I conquer every fight

Fight till the death
Sparring nails
Broken limbs, torn entrails
I am sworn by a bond
Determined to rid the land (of pest)

All champions lay rigid
All idols will rot
In the mire where all selfdom will perish

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