There's a fire in the valley that's killing many for the few and a funeral for the living.
The dead have gathered around to view.
When heaven burns to ashes their dreams will come crashing too.
While some are more forgiving I'll spend my life hunting you.
Murdering bastards, you furking killed her when you burned could you feel her eyes staring back at you?
Kill him, kill him, just furcking do it, when he is dead this will be all over and we can get on with things.
Take this, use it. They deserve it.
But in their deaths realize she will never be coming back to you, only death behind.
Focus all my energy- prepare myself to slaughter swine- decimate the wicked- eliminate their worthless lives.
String 'em up. Drip them motherfurckers dry.
Murdering bastards you furcking killed her when you burned could you feel her eyes staring back at you?
I killed him, I killed him. Just furcking did it. But in a way I feel empty inside and can't get on with things.
I took it, and used it. They deserved it.
As I sit here wracked with disbelief that she will never be coming back to me I'll strike you down six feet in the ground.
A piece of steel led in the crown. This ends here and now.
Somehow I knew you'd be here. You took so long regarding your fears of treason you've got it all wrong.
I feel your rage, it's rising. Our blood is not theirs.
It's all over the cleansing. I'll see you in Hell.
Forgive me for I have acted against my own blood, I never meant for all of it to happen this way.
A man makes his choice, God willing to live with his shame.
I have so much love for you. I knew I'd die today.