In secret you hope that he would die

So take charge of fate

Make him pay for his sins

Take the blade to his throat

Cure that anger that boils inside

Watch the blood pour from the viens

Crimson with envy for his living world

Jealous of the lies that spill like water

Who died, but the body of the eternal soul

Just a heap of flesh and bone, no worth

If it be your dieing will.
I will drink your deadly poison

For no doubt you will be long gone before me.