Return to the place where I once died;
Flowers now grow where I did burn.
Tell yourself it’s all a lie,
Then you’ll be forced to turn.

The sun shines and children play,
Where it should be withered and dark.
Today is a new day:
But here I’ve left my mark.

Mourn if you will,
I’ll listen with tears in my eyes.
But one day I’ll take my revenge, my kill.
The wrath of my restless spirit is nigh.