I hear the cry of a gun.

My battle here will not be done.

And here I find you by my side, my Bloody Wrath.

The war has gone,

And we have won.

Go! Leave my side, you Bloody Wrath!

I’m pierced inside,

I cannot hide.

For with me here is, Bloody Wrath.

Then once again I find I’m here.

The battle in my mind draws fear.

For it’s just me, and you, and my Bloody Wrath.

A knife found in my bloodied hand.

No longer can my victim stand.

It then grows stronger still, this Bloody Wrath.

There is a man I stabbed a dozen times.

Add this to the list of my crimes.

And once again, we’re here, me and my Bloody Wrath.