All the rage grows deep in me, The blackened fire waiting to run free, Save me not this devilry, Anger and love hath taken over me. I loved her much, I loved her well, For how much I loved her she could not tell, She ran away for some other's desire, Crushed my soul, set my heart afire. I step inside with blade ahand, For that sloth shall meet her measly end, I walk towards my prey in sight, And touch her with unholy smite. I stand behind with knife raised high, And striketh my hand and maketh her die, A gasp of breath escapeth her lips, And to the ground her sultry figure dips. My knife I thrust into her heart, From pure white body her soul must part, She looks at me through blood-shot eyes, Assuring me I'll someday die. I whisper,"Nay that day is nigh," For killing you I must also die, You killed my dreams, you cursed my life, Cometh my revenge through a deadly knife. But with revenge cometh a price to pay, No choice left but myself to slay, I raise the bloody sinful knife, And with my hand I take my life ..