He knew it was only a matter of time
Now that time has come.
He sees the fresh bodies
Oh dear what have they done.
His new children, they have defiled him
How could they do this he doesn't know
He's had enough his cup filled to the brim
He walks among the bodies with an old black crow.
The crow pecks at torn and rotting flesh
As his mind races and his anger rises
His heart sunk, his eyes filled with anguish
For his only children he now despises.
With a great sob he grabbed his scythe
He hated this moment, this he knew
As with a great and mighty swing went all strife.
Once more a world purified
Of all things impure became new
and sanctified
