I keep waiting for the sniper's bullet, the force that will stop this,
Yet it never arrives does it?
Don't you see? The empty throne of a god is right there in front of me.
Destroy myself or take a seat?
You have no answer, I know. I don't either. It's a problem though if only because...
The wolf king, such sharp fangs yet when it comes to the shape of things the canines shine with a certain glint of cowardice.
As much as I hate you I'm lost in the maze of your defence. I don't know how to beat you.