We meet again,
This time, my powers I shall not restrain,
You sent me to hell,
And I’m back to return the favour,
Don’t forget to prepare your coffin as well.

You should have stayed there,
You shouldn’t have returned,
You’ll live to regret it,
You I’ve already burned,
You smelt like a roasted rabbit.

And so the fight ensued,
The Twin Peaks weren’t what I had in mind,
Both of them in situations ever so precarious,
Gawd, they just left their sensibilities behind,
Don’t they realise that life is precious?

The results seemed inevitable,
The fact being respawned from hell,
Didn’t seem much as well,
But strength and agility isn’t comparable,
To the sheer cunning of The Maelstrom Kayel.

You’re not Decay,
Tactics you use, would he, nay,
Who are you?
Or rather,
What are you?

I’m the bane of the dead,
The fissure of your most horrible nightmare,
My name you need not care,
As my outstretched hand grips your puny head,
Remember that I’m The Maelstrom Kayel.

Have mercy on me,
I beg you,
Please spare me,
I can give you everything you desire,
Just don’t kill me.

The moment of truth,
As Kayel awaits the final command,
Guy contemplates his next move,
Eager was he to end Pyrotofiev’s life,
But he remembers the quartet’s demand.

Get lost,
Don’t come back,
Turn a new leaf,
Behave and straighten your belief,
Failure shall result in you being my next snack.

And so he scampered off,
Duties complete, Kayel headed north,
But stabbed in the back by a sore loser,
A fist in retaliation,
Was sufficient to send Pyrotofiev to eternal damnation.

A job well done I must say,
It’s too bad you don’t want any pay,
That puncture wound will heal on its own right?
There it’s gone already,
My perceptions were really au contraire.
 
You take care boy,
Don’t you get into anymore trouble,
But if you do,
I’ll be there on the double,
Adieu I say, to you.