Visions of Red

Darkness envelops his mind

As rage drives him blind

He stands before all with visions of red

He sees no friend, only anger is fed

 

He lashes out, blinded by hatred

He murders, in the name of nothing sacred

Only his fury driving him forth

As he is consumed by his worth

 

With steel and iron he delivers death

Another life down, he puts to the test

He stabs, he rips, tears apart, it bleeds

As the blood of the innocent splatters on greed

 

Corrupted by hatred and anguish

He brings sorrow and does not distinguish

He slaughters the elderly, he hangs children

Like a serial killer with no motive or notion

 

Every time he kills, he feels more complete

He stands soaked in blood, ready to compete

Cheers of the crowd greet his name

Like taking a life is nothing but a game

 

Another opponent stands before him

A slave like him, trying to win

His opponent has no chance of victory

But the crowd demands fight for glory

 

Now they face each other, his anger against their fear

They are locked in combat, each second, a year

Then its over and his anger stands tall

His opponent decapitated, took the fall

 

With his debt paid, he regains his freedom

The blood of the innocent, his kingdom

He was a slave to anger, but survived execution

With visions of red, he walks into oblivion