You have made your choice
You could have run
Now you will fall where you stand
Your last decision was bad
You  and your ilk thought you were
Safe
Abandoning me and my race
I offered friendship and unity
You preferred isolation and
Supremacy
Now you beg?
With folded hands?
Do you think
I give a ****?
As was once told to me
Do you think my heart is full of charity?
Walls will burn
Territories change hands
Your people will be driven from this land
Only your women and children will leave
The warriors souls belong to me
There will be no next time to talk
No parlay
May the carrion dine where you lay.