Descending into oblivion Causing havoc I am nto done As blood is drippng down my hands Made by others opposing me, making a stand I can feel their warmth,rather comfortable Undeniable More coming at me Savoirs they think to be Trying to bring my existance to an end I will defend All of them I will send Cast them to hell or the sun Either together or one by one My vengence will be my own Their deaths will help my skills to hone