-1Pain, pain, its all I know
And fool that I was, its right I suffer
I know that for harvest, good seeds I must sow
Never to know what my good deed shall offer
Tortured, murdered, traitor's death of the low
May it be that the world will gladly change
Even against the wishes of Cousin Lestrange
Rare is Virtue Courage, especially in me
Evil will see end, to posthumous glee
Glad am I for knowing He'll have to meet His match,
Usurping the tyrant, the unknown will break the hatch
Late is the hour I chose to listen
Ubiquitous tears turned to joy shall glisten
Surely all this darkness, it'll see an end
And as for me… I shall not know, I shall be dead
But, no regret, no regret, except for being a fool
Loser I was, becoming the Dark Lord's tool
And why? All because my family said it's cool
Cries of my brother, oh, my brother…
Kicked out of memory by his own mother
If only I could see him just one last time
Definitely I'd confess to him my crime
I'm so sorry, so very sorry (because)
Ever I called you my quarry.