People run me in many configurations. You slay foes with diverse weaponry. Demon extermination; your motivation. This game's influence made history.

In the darkest black with a metal skin, I warned of an attack, One if by land, two if by sea A nation soon to be free

I can be heard in an ancient warzone, but I cannot be heard in the deep oceans. You listen to me for traffic.

I rule the dark, the dead, the deep, Where shadows dwell and spirits sleep. A crown of bones upon my brow, No light above, just solemn vow. My queen was taken, not by chance, Who am I, lord of death’s cold dance?

I sprang from thought, not from a womb, Clad in armor, sealing doom. Wisdom’s guide and war's delight, An owl soars with me through night. My shield can turn you into stone, Who am I, standing all alone?