Trees burn from angry thunder
Fields churn from being under
the winds that form from spinning steel
The spin, the way blades make me feel

Crashing down, my blades, they fall
Thrashing branches makes them all
fear for life as the cyclone closed
The mere sight of their fears exposed

My metal beast that makes them run
A bloody feast for all to come
I land with pride, and step out smiling
I stand, eyes wide, at the bodies piling

So many deaths, a silly sight
If any threat to my chilly flight
The gore so loud, I can hear their screams
Galore, a crowd, and perfect dreams

The ground starts shaking, I fall to my feet
Astounded by my monsters way to defeat
The bodies that piled in fields of wrath
Why flee when my body makes the first path

A breezy death to all those souls
It’s easy losing all control
Of the winds that formed from spinning steel
The spin, the way blades make me feel