They think that they're safe, from my attack
They've eluded fate, but not it's too late
Now approaching fast, I draw my blade
Severed at the neck, I will claim my prize
Drenched in blood
Their brainstem
Dangles in my hands
Eviscerated savagely
The scum try to hide, fleeing frantically
The horde follows close, ready for its meal
Rip them apart, limb by limb
Slaughter these snakes
Unrivaled cruelty
Ruthless attack
Calculated
Brutality
Parade through the streets with severed heads on pikes
Amputate the rot and char the remains
Storm the gates to end the reign of terror
Cut the head off of the leech