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 the bloody spears Outside your palace gates And watch as crows peck out your eyes And your cities are 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 May the wivers rush to drown you Nay the earth swallow your hosts May the winter's wolves surround you And rip the life from your throats