It comes to haunt me today, and I shan’t forget.
Forever and ever, I am haunted to death.
The pain and guilt makes me sick and upset.
Death himself follows me, and I smell his wretched breath.
The tale tells, years and years ago…
I shiver as a cold breath flows down my back;
It may as seem as though my loved ones have come to show.
To kill and to get me to crack: