My eyes glint maliciously At morrows break I know not who to tell Who will understand That I am chosen To smite the earth To loath all that is cruel All who are subject to greed Why should one wish to know That it is I who cause discord My own pain becomes The voice of wrath So run far and pray Your feet are swift Be quick witted Else I shall catch those that Frolic among the wicked There I too am meant to join the Ranks of those that I chase Would any one wish to destroy me? Would you change your mind if You knew I wished my demise?