White hot ashes mixed with bones around me,
Decapitations held aloft with dark pride,
Screams of the dying ring like howling banshees,
Lowering my prize, I toss it to those who have already died.

Cherished and revered, I return to my home,
The skies still burning, in this earthly place I feel no rest,
Oceans of humans wash over me, but I am still alone,
Until the day finally comes when my mind pierces my chest.