you yazdan psnah Yazdanpanah

O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd. Take root inside the tower's sculpted keepers. And perch'd within, we beg of thee; rise." "Dance and cavort, cleanse all that thou wilt. Cruelty, woe, and those who plague the tower. Cleanse away the strumpet's vile progeny."

Any honorable hero, would sacrifice their love for the world. But a villain,would reduce this Wretched world to ash, for that who he loves.  Now tell me, from which cloth, are you cut?