Inside the mind, I wait.

I wait for rage.

Red rage, dead rage.

When his iron grip loosens,

I am free.

Blood runs like streams of water,

Raining from the bodies of those I've killed.

Blood dancing on my blade,

The revolution has come again.

I was a soldier.

My name meant death.

Slaughtering faster, I laughed in their faces.

Faces screamed, eyes rolled in their heads.

I don't remember them.

They were simply more victims.

I slow down, and lift my face to the bloody sun.

Another day, another kill.

Another battle, another death.

He is screaming inside me,

Raging at me.

I am him, so he is raging at himself.

Just before I sink back into my sleep,

I whisper.

Once a manslayer, always a manslayer.

You cannot hide from your past, Battousai.