My wings have soared a thousand skies,

Not one of them the same.

My sword has slashed a thousand souls,

To dust forever changed.

My fighting like a dance they say,

My sword just like a wand.

As powerful as sun and moon,

Not an easy feat to kill.

To come to me with tainted soul,

Means death is soon behind.

So come to me with pure intent,

And win you just might do.

To beat me means a wish you'll earn,

But think me not at ease.

To hell and back you'll go to win,

So come and show you're soul!