Tide.

As the tide calls,

as the wind falls,

the ice is blending in my soul,

emotions take their toll.

With my sword I rise

I do not have a disguise.

Run, sinner, run!

I give my mercy to none!

I'm doing my will,

I've already healed.

We go into the frozen lake

there is no thin ice to break!

I face you.

Survived this have only a few.

Feel the coldness of my sword,

give me my reward,

and remember these words-

It isn't luck, it's Destiny

for I am your enemy!