Anabioz

Hot fire, black smoke -
Burn houses, around all are dead.
I have remained one. Enemies send away,
Left me to the mercy of fate.
Long years I waited for one -
To revenge for myself and for my race.
Only owing for it I have survived,
Having tempered soul and a body.
I was not broken with difficultes.
And a sword now - continuation of my hand.
Day and night I went on a trace
Of my enemy - the deadly enemy.
And here at last I face to you.
All your people are dead.
You cannot overcome me