Behold, Red son of Morihaus, the sword that cuts a thousand lands! KLO KLO the mountains go, their craggy tops fall through his hands! Cutting lines through Cyrod soil, as the natives cut the world, these keeps home for none to spoil, stitch-backed flags all come unfurled.
Petty duels turn old crow's bounty at his winged passing swipe, KLO KLO their stories go, all reduced to one red stripe! Even gods avert their gaze from this necessary violence. Victims wail their last of days 'til their throats are stuffed with silence.
Winged red is like the Ansei threatening to sunder Nirn. KLO KLO his sword-swings go, dynasty of slash and burn! When tomorrow's world brings changes, will the bull-man stay his hand? Or will flattened mountain ranges be what's left of Cyrod land?
Men'Do PC NA AD Khajiit
Grand High Illustrious Mid-Tier PvP/PvE Bussmunster