The blood of your opponents,
The sound of their screams.,
The feel of steel in flesh,
That’s true beauty.

With complete confidence,
Never a doubt in my mind.
Not a thought to block my desire,
Not a word to cease my bloodlust.

It’s a simple payment,
Truly, it is.
A simple payment for what they did,
A simple, necessary, sacrifice.

My finger on their doorbell,
I can hear the ring-a-ling.
I can hear their footsteps,
Making their way towards their fate.

The blood of my opponent,
It stains the carpet beneath my feet.
The sight of his lifeless corpse leaned against a pillar,
Brings a smile to my lips.

The blood of your opponents.
The sound of their screams.
The feeling of steel in their flesh.
That is true beauty.