The feel of this cold steel in my hand
And crooked smile it brings,
The thought of its power such merciless purpose
A purpose I intend to bring just as the blow given to me
(But I survived) the verdict is in you may not.
There will be no hanging, no guillotine,
Swift might from hands fueled by betrayal.
Judgment day has come.
Face the fate chosen upon thee
I am no longer he you once knew,
Screaming and crying all emotion is nothing to me,
The infamous butcher is here to carve you into my masterpiece.