Fate’s Revenge

I won. How I won.
I killed. And how I killed.
The darkest of all nightmares.
He prayed, he’d never seen the day!
No one could outguess what I did:
Scratch out the traitor’s eyes
Take all his boys
Wipe out the prick,
Who drowned my last,
my youngest son

Could you, could you now hate me?
Could you, could you now hate me?

Say, “no, mother, I don’t know, mother.
I’d just bow mother before the depth of pain
That you survived – to catch the culprits.”
And yet I could not. No one can.
And yet I could not. No one can.
And yet I could not. No one can.