• Sing the song of death as it escapes your bloody lips.
    Watch as all the bodies fall into the flames you created.
    Sing the pain that constricts the heart.
    As the pain of it all comes crumbling down.

    Sing the song of hatred as it fuels your burning body.
    The hatred in people bring them down.
    Sing the song of blood that pumps through your veins.
    Tainting the words last spoken with its rustic bitterness.

    Sing the song of deception as it blinds your eyes.
    Creating the river of blood of your fear.
    Sing the song of reason, which blocked out the truth.
    As the demons whispered soft words with their blank bending stares.

    Sing the song of the storm as it brings your body down.
    Shocking you with the truth that was once never found.
    Sing the song of death with one last dying breath.
    And laugh the last breath as your body crumbles to the ground.

    You silly child, you not heed my warning.
    For the pain and misery bestowed upon you is your own doing.
    Now you may rest my foresaken child.
    For your curse as been uplifted, through the dirt that now buries you underground.

    Sing my dead child, sing the soft song you sing.
    For no one will listen to the lies you sing.