I tell you now of a Highblood Grand!
Who with a mighty tyrant’s grip,
Did hold the fate of Lowbloods in his hand,
And in the other firmly grasped his whip.
Every single Lowblood he did hate,
And so with joy he did his task.
One to kill, destroy, and subjugate,
So as to rule the lower castes.
No one dared to question him,
For his every word was absolute.
If ever angered, the result was grim,
Nothing could survive this mighty brute!
Such is the tale of the Highblood Grand,
Feared by all throughout the land!