Unbridled Savagery: An Ode To Carnage

In the raging tempest of battle, where skulls splinter and flesh flies, there stands the Demonlord himself - none other than Gruumsh, the incarnate essence of slaughter. Here, amidst the chaos, my primal instincts roar, driving me forward to reap the harvest of the fallen. For what joy exists beyond the dance of death? What ecstasy compares to the symphony of bone against blade?

My dreaded weapon, Grond, hungers for the sweetness of warm blood, demanding nourishment from the carrion fields. It is my partner in crime, a trusted ally in the massacre, and together, we paint the earth red with our glorious handiwork.

Fearful whispers echo across the land, tales of my monstrous feats, yet they know little of the true extent of my ferocity. They shiver in their cowardice while I stand triumphant, a colossus of carnage, indifferent to their pitiful prayers. Their pathetic gods may beg for mercy, but I, the Lord of Wars, grant none.

Let the realms shake at the sight of my approach, for I bring ruin and despair wherever I tread. I am the embodiment of violent passion, and the flames of my hatred will consume all who challenge my sovereignty over the fields of slaughter.