The gray old man stood in the deep green wood,
From his long blade dripped sweat blood and sorrow, His flesh and blood and kin all dead by him, Taken in rage and misunderstanding.The story is very oh so simple, You see, it’s got to deal with jealousy, His wife and children and childhood friend, The truth he believed they did not intend, He thought they were going to do him in, To stab deep and cruel in his great strong back.
Enraged he stood at his door, blade drawn out, Blade ready to take the loves of his life, Slash, cut, slash, cut, the cruel blade did its work, In the end they were all dead, ever gone.
Now here he stood ready to join them there, Up in the green forest above, Heaven, Knife in hand he reached it up for the blow.
Slowly carefully ha pressed the bloody tip, In to his is cut it shred it sliced,
“It is done now and for good” He said.