Cry, cry.
Die, die.
For I don't want you to see the sun rise.
I'll sever all bonds with a blade,
and cut through you while you're still dazed.
My wrath and my tears will show you all of the years I've waited for this moment.
I'll kill you and make you feel my justice.
My rage will crush your soul,
as I get ready to strike the death blow.
If only you loved had loved us, my life would've been alright.
But since you hate us, I'll tell you these words while holding the knife: "Father, you die tonight."
