Her chained sythe covered in blood
The ground is a flood
Sweat pouring down everyone's face
Her eyes are a real dark red
The plains where her enemies were led
Her left side is wounded
Her sword is on the ground
There was a horrible sound
A sound of death was in the air
Her enemy was not fair
The battle goes on for a day
But her enemy and his helpers pay
She wins the battle and is very tired
She wants to rest
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