Filth in lighted pain decides,
What all with shallow thoughts inside,
Shall see the pressence in mine eyes,
And tremble there with fear.

Know they that stare upon the dawn
That here creeps the ever mourn-ing childe,
That was and wants to be again
Through shallow walls a wail sounds
His voice like angels screams now drown
The childe now is gone unto his end.

Another come and let be known that this was nought but Mancharione
The one whos deeds did but cause death of one.
His motion slow as time now slides into directions where he lies,
Parasite the worm of all thats mortal in this realm.

His heart shall bleed with blood of mine.
When torn his heart like brimstone mine,
Will burst and burn him whole into a sun.
And with his body burnt it has again begun.