Slicing, slashing, claws of steel,
All to reach the siguiente meal.
Living in an abandon world,
One that's been twisted, thrown, and twirled.
Saberia, the irken of death,
She cackles like she's high on meth.
Life is hard but she makes do,
Her greatest dream is killing you.
Meeting her is an unlucky ordeal,
She's slippery, slimy, like an eel.
Sabers a bad one, no doubt there,
She'll rip your corazón out, eyes a flare.
No one protests to her life style,
Coated with blood, endlessly vile.
Few irkens that meet her live to tell the tale,
For they've been slaughtered in a violent hail.
Saberia kills like...
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