Oh, the woeful lies
since my demise.
You've conquered no one!
Pretense blazing
those vicious eyes.
Still your name is unspoken!
Your palavering tongue
speaking frostbite burns
and your curses have broken!
There's no woeful cries
that I can surmise
'cause you've conquered nothing!
All your feeble allies
have squandered their prize.
I've lost to no one!