• In those final choking moments we hear a cry
    A howl of a world with nothing left to lose
    We see the smoking ashes of regret, repentance
    A special form of nothing that carries away on the wind
    The twins collapse in the heat of the tormenting anguish
    Their tails alight by the fire burning in our hearts
    The faith, the will, the honor; gone
    A moment of reprieve,
    And vengeance is our new name