What are you doing here?

This is my sanctuary,

Where I am unleashed from shackles,

To all of yours, be wary!

There are no knights in armour,

There are no maidens fair,

Here I do every murder,

With much demented flair!

Piss off, Sod off, you bastard!

You are not safe in my arms,

What more must I say to warn you?

From this way, I call on harms!

Leave me here to unravel,

the darker side of my mind.

Turn back and run now, damn you.

This is my arcane sign!