The portent

The signs were there
Whereever I looked, only I could not see them
Obscured by my zeal
By my beliefs, each and every one was a marker

Of my destiny as the chosen one
As defender of Faith and the leader of men
But it all came at a great price
As all great kings, I became a great killer
Lombardi, Verden, Roncevaux Pass
It all ended in death and destruction!
These were Omens

The Omens of Death!