I came.
At the horizon of the battlefield
Which held the armies of the enemies yet to be destroyed
As my own ambitions of which never yield
Arriving sooner to the pass; the stakes have never been higher
But nothing is holding me back this time.

I saw.
Adversity and the odds of the situation
Which were created by my own arrogance
As the enemy lurked like a venomous plague
Arriving closer to the point of chaotic carnage
But the past is irrelevant, and it is merely a splinter in my side.

I conquered.
The enemy that dared to hold me back
Those countless armies that seemed omnipotent
Which never even seemed to exist
As the now cold blood is smeared on my blade
Realizing all of those wasted years living in the shade (has me)
Arriving at the conclusion of the philosophy of power
But business is finished here; we have another foe to vanquish.