Mercilessly wicked
Heart so crooked
Manners so decayed

Shame of the village
Curse of the mother
Disgust for the siblings
Disappointment to the father

A misfit to society
Poison to love
A disgrace to humanity
A misfortune in love

A draft of a craft to spread unhappiness
A tonado that brings with it dispair
You are worse than ten plagues
A token of sadness
With pain far from repair

This i say unto thee
Hatred reddens thou
s heart
Vengence i seek
For i lay still
Die to thous dead

The cry of the innocent dead
Is marked in red blood
But for your deeds
The lord shallnot pardon your blood
The cry of the innocent dead.

Ashemeza Ruthra