No lights shine from these curtained windows
No moon through these clouds
There they lie, unaware of these watchful eyes

A childhood killed before it began
A royal family left with just one son
What has this act of violence created?

The axe has fallen
Just two strikes
The future holds so much
As blood fills their mouths, I rise

Footsteps down a frozen hallway
A sick noise shakes a child awake
Ceiling leaks read rain
Crawls out into an evil realm
From the threshold sharpened metal silver
Hiding behind maroon blinds
Young eyes
As blood fills their mouths, I rise

What's this? A survivor? Oh, he's but a boy
Enjoy your shitty life. I know your brother will
So scared, crawl upstairs to where my nightmares breed
Find my parents dead, love is dead
Night's moon as bright as his axe that night