Winter landscapes exposed me to you, Graceslayer, to your blood thirst and your favorite toys.
My dead body hangs on your wall and your little town could not be redder today.
But, Lady D says that she is lying in wait for you, Graceslayer.
Lady D says she’ll quake the life out of your retarded being. She says that in my next life I’ll get a toy made of your hide.
But… I do not want the toy. I just want to live again, howl at the moon and run free with my pack, without you in sight.
And you know what, Graceslayer – that is how it shall be; this is your last life, Lady D says. Your soul perished when you sent that bullet through my heart.
Yes, my dead body hangs on your wall today, but I shall be reborn tomorrow, while your days are numbered. Lady D is counting.
There are laws above yours, Graceslayer.