Claymore Master

O ye soldiers of peace You have come before the man of war With peace treaties on pleading knees To a man who eats war for breakfast And thinks of nothing but war. He is a son of conflict And a product of battle His thoughts are of nothing but fighting and hostility, Of killing and blood He is the prince of war and opposer of peace. O ye mothers of the earth Gather together all your sons And warn them of the son of darkness Who spreads hate in the heart of men like venom And spreads evil like an incurable disease He captures the heart of the young And turns 'em against the innocent. They have hearkened to his voice And have been infected by his virus, O ye mothers of the earth Gather together yourselves and week For your sons are now monsters Waiting to devour everything and everyone. O ye kings and Queen of earth Gather around your sons and daughters And warn them of the Claymore Master, Tell your sons to make him no friend And your daughters no groom For he is a beast clothed in man's skin And a monster costumed in a child's face He is that little darkness lurking behind the evening sun And that bit of trouble hanging on a peaceful night His words are full of anger And his heart full of hate He is a servant to no man And a master of no good. (For current WWE champion Drew McIntyre on his birthday, June 6th 2020).