Of the arsenal of weapons on this earth, you choose betrayal Chip away as I fall crumbling inside With all that I muster I wish you the worst Unlike yourself, I cannot be so cruel I retaliate in a simple manner Murder is the way I complete my deed and there will be no resolutions My revenge is all but merciful With a rusted blade by my side you will pray for your future I watch you burn in flames thicker than armies This is my wrath This is my disease of the arsenal you chose this, you ask why My sheath beckons, fare well...Página 1 / 1