My spirit sings tonight
Senses focused, target in sight
Armored, weaponized, I chose a path
But who shall I devour? Who would be victim of my wrath?

Many have fallen,
Yet rose once again,
I am their slayer
I am the reason for their pain
Eyes that remember, yet want to forget
I am their slayer
I am their agent of regret

Bringer of sorrow
Angel of grief
There's no tomorrow
There's no relief
Once you were chosen,
As prey in my tale
All else is frozen
Hopeless, you're faced with my betrayal

I am no triumph, yet I hold the throne
With thousands of feelings, I stand alone
My grave lies before me, and crows round above
A scarred testimony, I am but a product of your love
Gaze upon the product of your love.