Welcome home to my reality.
So you taste yourself every time?
Bitter must be your pleasure.
This swan song I'll sing for you.
I'll cut the words from your mouth.
You'll never speak my name again.
Locked up and sold the F*@% out
Don't think you won't see me again.
It'll come back three times
Once in the name of decit
Twice for your malice
Three times will I take you away.
This is a homicide daydream
I won't waste my hate on you.
All that you've claimed not to be
Has now come to define you.
It'll come back three times
Once in the name of regret
Twice for your envy
Three time will I take you away.
Turn on my heels
And spit apathy on this bridge you have burnt.
Feast on my own blood
I'll drain myself to sleep.
I'll rise from death to knife this beast
These last regrets the ones I keep.
It'll come back three times
Once in the name of decit
Twice for your malice
Three times will I take you away.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Variach, in the year 147 MA.