By my breath!

I Must contain my anger or I won't control my power

But gods! How long Ive waited just to see this very hour!

It's just as well I'm not the one who calls the storm of fire

Or I would turn this battle plain into your Funeral pyre!

The priests all say I must not hate but I will not pretend!

I saw the wreck you made of her, my herald, and my friend.

The scars you left in flesh and soul will be so slow to fade.

Oh, Would i had your coward heart beneath my naked blade!

I must control my rage or loose The ability to plan.

I must direct the fight from here not charging in the van.

As you will likewise do, no doubt, for all that you are cruel.

And revel in shed blood and pain, I think you are no fool!

But in the name of all the gods your all that I despise.

Who planned to take, by treachery, my kingdom As your prize!

My throne, my child, my people, all you plotted to despoil.

By tricks that only miracles enabled us to foil.

I must control my Fury or let slip all that I've sought.

But vengeance would not be enough for all the grief you've wrought!

Gods grant this day you fall Beneath the steel of me and mine.

And drink full deeply of defeat, That cold and bitter wine.

My crown is on my brow, My naked blade within my hand.

My army like an eager hound,Lies waiting my command.

With how you Tortured, Killed and lied and revealed to them this day.

By all the stars that ever shone,

By all the gods known and Un-Kown.

For herald Kris

And my Queens own