Blood flows from a thousand wounds,
I grimace in this pain.
Yet I can't help but smile,
At how you killed yourself.
You saw an appearent weakness,
Tried to use it against me,
Cut at my heart and at my mind,
And making my hide bleed.
You dug in too far,
And now you are,
You're gone away,
You meddled in things that you didn't understand.
I'll remember your scream,
How I ripped you apart and bathed in your blood.
You're gone away.
I laugh as you're dying,
You blood drips from my claws,
Gasping for breath you finally learn,
You were killed by the one you tortured.
You're gone away,
You meddled in things that you didn't understand.
I'll remember your scream,
How I ripped you apart and bathed in your blood.
You're
Under the ground,
Torn to pieces,
I paint your grave with your blood.
You can't hurt me again!
I laugh at your memory,
You are finally gone.
You dug in too far,
You're gone away,
You meddled in things that you didn't understand.
I'll remember your scream,
How I ripped you apart and bathed in your blood.
You're gone away.
I made you go away.
You're gone away!
That's one of my I-hate-this-person-so-much-I-wish-I-could-kill-him songs. You find some interesting clues about what else I like in many of my songs, including this one. *hint hint* claws.
Yoru Kurosawa Community Member 
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