With blood and rage of crimson red
Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead
Together with our hellish hate
We'll burn you all--THAT IS YOUR FATE!
They say that crowns are reserved for kings.
That jewels are the realm of those who deserve them.
And in the blink of an eye.
In the changing of the wind, fortunes change.
Through every shipwreck comes the chance to begin again.
To rebuild anew atop the mistakes of the past.
Out of death comes life.
I try to do good in all things, trouble is......I feel like I'm more villain than hero anymore......