So much can be said at a ulogy.
Some day the taste of karma 
Will lay upon the lips of those 
Whom have such a heart as thine

When my spawn stand before those eyes
And those tongues that scarred their ears 
Like swords with piercing words through the night 
They will sprinkle salt over the ashes 
With the hope that the very taste of regret 
Lay lingering on those lips forever.