Run, run, little thief, but you cannot hide,
the gods’ revenge will not abide,
A beast who steals, who kills, depraved,
who preys on souls and can’t be saved.
You cannot still the burning Hate,
which beats within the souls you take,
Nor burn away the sickly Fear,
which chills your bones and has no cure.
You cannot fight the raging War,
which churns and burns within your core,
And none escape the shade of Death,
which stops all hearts and steals all breath.
When gods join force against your crime,
you’ll pray your death takes little time.