The pointed dagger, hushed my presence; direct death without a sigh
Eerie darkness overtook me, my spirit watched my essence die
I'll remember the hand of my demise, once I'm in my tomb
Disgrace his own mother, vie his brother, the butcher was my groom
Frigid with death, my corpse will lie harboring ill will
You'll hear the whisper from the past, then you'll sense the chill
With all my strength I will redirect this excruciating pain
Implant my nightmares in your dreams, and I'll be at peace again.