Crimson flows through their veins,
their eyesight blinded by the same haematic hue;
Heavy breathing, heavy steps, heavy heart,
dragged down by the burden of hatred.
They shall forever stain their own hands,
destroying, ruining, killing, slaying;
Everything, everyone,
every last hope for humanity within them.
For every victim is a damning curse,
every victim is a power surge,
to their own necessary need to get back;
At them, at the world, at everyone who said they couldn't.
Now look at what they've become, a slave,
chained by the flames of rage ignited,
with a desire for carnage unquenchable until;
They reach the Hell they have caused.