This day is the day I put a culprit to rest, br I bloodied my saber inside of its chest. br I blind it with torment, cleaned out its core, br Ruptured its organs and dressed it with gore. br A sinner it is, covered in scales and horns, br With a beautiful sheath but a heart full of thorns. br I will, with all might, sever its wings, br Drown it in sorrow, and hang it with slings, br Send it to the bottom of a far, distant shrine. br For I am its magistrate; I am its mind. br The duty has ended, I mustn't dwell anymore, br For here I lay lifeless on redemption's floor.