Winter's Wolves

Can't you see what you have wrought here?
Bloody battles will be fought here

May the mountains rise against you
May the forests block your path
May your axes chip and shatter
And know it is my wrath

I would mount your heads on bloody spears
Outside your palace gates
And watch as crows pick out your eyes
And your cities laid to waste

Can't you see what you have wrought here?
A curse on you and all your kin
Bloody battles will be fought here
Await your doom at empire's end