A wish born from despair A wish to obliterate your life; returning everything to nothing The sword of destruction I caste down upon you My bare hands beg for blood God like appetite for destruction These hands see how quickly I put them on you. Better bring back up. I am the one who decides your fate. Weak men. Bow to me. Feeble and weak. My trenchknife will make you see. I won't let you stop me