Silver Fist
Upon my bed of jewels I lay
Without a care in the world
Conscious of the woe I caused
I want it? I take it
An eye for glistening riches
Much like a magpie, soaring, watching
Battles fought upon these grounds
Lives lost and tables turned
Upon my golden home I dwell
Watching the natives as they rebel
Tease for a while, let them try
Before it is time to say goodbye
I mountain over the lonely beings
I know the leader has ceased his speaking
All determination they portrayed
Once thick as a forest, now has been drained
Upon my stolen mount I wait
For the kingdomless king and his volunteers
I saw him emerge from the endless snow
Where the former natives soundlessly sleep
You came over hill and under
Through wind and through wave
Though you fight so valiantly
You are standing on your tomb
For my breath brings to you certain death
My claws are sharper than your greatest spears
My teeth will match any sword
While I lay upon my bed of jewels