In my funereal journey Through the morbid woods I sought wisdom in the solitude of my being With my soul lost in time I sought to satisfy my existential need In the lost memories of my past Not the displeasure of having his face His voice, his lies in my mind! Driven by hatred for his hypocrisy Destined to wander in the torture of his thoughts For his choices, seeking revenge for a tormented soul I follow my journey, hoping to see his death, and by my hands