• The glare of pure hatred,
    Striking from my core.
    If only I could stop this gnawing,
    Breaking me much more.

    I wonder through the streets,
    With death upon my hands.
    No moon to guide this terror,
    The murder in my lands.

    Vengeance is so sweet,
    The rush of this pure power.
    The deed to do is done.
    You felt me make them cower.

    You took mine from me,
    I take yours from you.
    Next time you better think,
    Or it will come down on you.