You ran away from those hounds, memories wieghing on you like pounds; oh why so petrified?
'Cause my name, is fratricide.
Don't you remember?
Who committed patricide?
Was it me, or was it you?
Hm? Your awful mute!
Oh, doesn't red look really cute!
Especially, when it's on you!
Your words, so few.
Your mind, it flew.
Oh why so terrified!?
Not speaking? Trying to see if I have clarified?
No worries, when I send you to your grave, I won't be so rarified.
You killed them, yet they must be gratified.
It must have been retified.
But I don't care, 'cause my name is
fratricide!