And here I sit inside my den
I knew it would happen again
Another hero comes to fight
Once more, he does not know my might

I take his sword and slice his throat
I skin the corpse and hang the coat
It stands outside for all to see
It warns them not to challenge me

Yet still I see another force
That thinks that he can win, of course
Red flames engulfed his every side
He screamed for hours; he slowly died

I still have yet to meet a foe
That has a little strength to show
To all you heroes, this I say
You all are weak, so go away

But still you'll get an ego high
And travel to my den to die
And I will mock your final scorn
And laugh as all your loved ones mourn...