As the wind blows, my voice will be heard. Never will I leave you as the ashes of my life will follow you where ever you go. Lead by the last bit of hope that remains of me, you will move on. Tears I cried will feed your thirst. Blood I bled will still your hunger for revenge. My words will embrace your heart and save it from crumbling in shattered pieces.
As I leave the Earth, you will grow, grow in what I want you to become.
Taken by the cold ground and dragged down deeper and deeper, you will fly high while the warm sun rays caress your face, your beautiful face.
The rain will flow over and echo his excuses to you as you come down to this miserable place. My energy, love, hope, and soul will be yours. So everything I will be and remain is ashes.
While you will burn as the fire that destroyed me.