Knives is DEAD

Curse his name
Curse his eyes
He has taken many lives
Bless his name
Bless his eyes
Kindly brother to evil knives
One for love and hope and life
One for sorrow pain and strife
Now the brothers final fight
Last all the day and all the night
In the end the smoke will clear
On Vash's cheek we see a tear
Voice is shaky full of fear
Sorry Rem I had no right
Knives then falls
He lost the fight.