The fearsome sight of a man possessed
Swinging a chain of shrunken heads
Sharpener of ribs — eater of toes — swallower of eyes
Your feet are smashed
With a sickening clamor
Ran through with a spear
Unceremoniously hacked
The axe has swung — the heads will fall
Grinder of fools
The fitting of the glove
The mounting of the gauntlet
An axehandle, notched with many tales to tell
Negation of your worldly existence
Reduced to meat, meat for dogs
Cleaver of scalps… grinder of fools