Yo, Ser, listen up, I'm the storm that's cold and wild,
Droppin' hailstones, fierce and riled,
You think your rhymes are gonna win this fight?
Nah, it's time to face this barrage's icy bite.

I'm the tempest that'll freeze your pride,
In this world, your honor just can't hide,
Your Hugalaz's no match for this icy reign,
When my hailstones hit, they're causing pain.

Hailstorm's hittin' hard, no way to withstand,
Cold shards raining down, it's a frozen land,
Algiz protect you? Well, take a stand,
But in this frozen squall, you'll understand.

Your valor's drowned in a deluge of ice,
Every step you take, my rhyme's precise,
You swish and miss, this storm's too tight,
Hailstones droppin' on you tonight.

Our battlefield's parchment, canvas white,
A frozen front, can't escape the fight,
You're left out cold, nowhere to go,
While the hailstorm's rhythm steals the show.

Hailstorm's hittin' hard, no way to withstand,
Cold shards raining down, it's a frozen land,
Algiz protect you? Well, take a stand,
But in this frozen squall, you'll understand.

Your noble act, it's lost in the storm,
As ice and wind break every norm,
Your Berkana's cold, your Jera's gone,
I'm the hail that rages on and on.

Is this savagery more your speed?
Your rhyme's a pathetic bluster, a sorry misdeed.
Your feeble threats cana match this storm,
Against Eleusian art, your pride's outworn.

Step aside, Ser, and face the score,
Your rhymes are ancient, a tired bore,
Instead of cowering by Aster's blaze,
Come learn from a real lyricist for a change?

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chronos, in the year 952 AF.