WarnerBeast - Iceheart

Eye of red
Eye of blue
Piercing gaze
Sees right though

Mind so calculating
Heart of ice
For her victory
She'll pay any price
She plots and plans
As she plays her hand
No target is too small
If she's to crush them all

Striking from shadow
With brainwashed servants
Those she can't control
Still can't prove innocence
The discord she sows
Rots like the disease
Factions splinter when
Allies cannot be pleased

Her ultimate weapon
Lies buried underground
Her prisoners toil
In a location never found
In the moment of triumph
Her battle seems lost
But in her mind
It's just another cost

Murder for gain
She profits from pain
She's forced to run
But the trap is sprung

Final victory, final price
In mighty ship she flees
Left behind her only home
Still ravaged by disease