I see no end to this bloody battle; a tale of sorrow and woe. How does one tell a friend apart, when kith and kin aim to be foe? They say that blood runs deeper than water, but water can cleanse the soul. I'll shed no tears for the trouble you cause, For each steed was once a foal. When you die your soul shall pass along, Lord Hades awaits your feeble mind. Among the Fields of Torment you'll suffer, along with the rest of your kind. I know I shall not see you there, though my great-works have been few. I've done nothing so evil, so traitorous, as the unsightly likes of you. So grab your sword and shield, en-garde! I'll display your entrails for all. It is my soul's awaited day, to see your body fall. Should my meeting with Thanatos come first, know this much to be true; There'll not be a single soul in Hades who will open his arms to embrace you.