This lifeless soil
Barren of good thoughts
Scorched by [bad word] and grief
Doomed to linger on
Wandered aimlessly
Blinded by their lies
Now I raise my head and sword
When shadows steal the light

Fire
Desire
Denial
In my heart
Burning
Yearning
Discerning
I see it now

You call it [bad word] 
I call it strength
I am cursed to be
one man army
You call me inhumane
I call this life regained
I am blessed to be
one man army

I will take the lives of my enemies
Yet still this battle feels like a defeat to me
Death or victory, only emptiness I feel
The spring of [bad word] dry
Because I'm already dead inside