Execution of anger

Dead heart spirit to the wind was cast splintered in black spirit's grasp Soul forever dissolved at last Breath the beat of the only force left Still pumping life and all else unsaid In blood so cold With all hates strife For 'tis hate that is the gallows life Silently filled, Loops of rope for hope sold for vengefull stares Their anger stilled. Only thing left to be done Was burning the corpse just for fun.