Starcraft Poems!

Zealot

My blades are ready, my blades are ready,

Were is my kingdom of powerful light,

Sweeping through cities of rats in the night,

Die for forgiveness, the grace of the Gods sacrifice all for the Mercy of stars

Resurrect old dynasty's, lurid, perfection,

The Gods will not turn on undying affection,

When my blades hold the blood of now pure, and empty,

My blades are ready, my blades are ready.