Death can come by nature
Though death comes by me
My sword kills those against
And my scars never heal

I slay those who should die
From sins they cannot escape
I kill to save the innocent
But it is murder either way

And so the murder will go on
And the smell of blood will hinder
For the air shall not forsake
The smell of innocence devoured

The air shall not be cleansed
The memories of death
For it is my teaching
Of cruelness and hate

I may wash away the blood
Yet stains shall still remain
And my hands shall always smell
Of crimson blood tears...