Throne of Chaos

The unforseen and ignored consiquences of victory

Throne of Chaos

Out of the shadows, into the light
Fury unleashed, unstoppable might
Look upon me with fear
Your resolve I will shear
And bathe in my victory!

Win or lose I will tear and rend
Taking out many to meet no end
Yet covered in mud
And splashed with your blood
I will wear your shame with pride!

Senselessly I prey on weakness
Take advantage of your meekness
I hear your pleas
While on your knees
As I take the fatal strike!

I do not tally the battles cost
I do not count what I have lost
For my labors I take the fruit
My domination absolute
In my mind I reign supreme!

Upon a throne of chaos I sit
Bloodied weapons of tongue and wit
Unbeknownst to me
All my subjects leave
And I rule my kingdom alone.