Now, rot
Hear me, you bastard son
I am still alive
Now, rot
Non-believers
I do not yield
Let your flesh be consumed
I dreamt for so long
My flesh was dull gold and my blood, rotted
Corpse after corpse, left in my wake
As I awaited his return
Heed my words
I am Malenia, blade of Miquella
And I have never known defeat
Your strength, extraordinary
The mark of a true Lord
You will witness true horror
Now, rot
I am still alive
I do not yield
Rot
Oh dearest Miquella, my brother
I'm sorry, I finally met my match
You will witness true horror
Now, rot
I do not yield
Extraordinary