Under heavy clouds, low and black.
You thrust that dagger into my back.
But you couldn't look me in the eye.
We used to be friends, the reason why.

The rain it pours, I wasn't prepared.
Revenge you've took, without a word.
On a lonely night, a wet Winter scene.
The cold air crackles with my scream.

Like a coward you crept up from behind.
Waited for that right moment to find. 
Your search now over, a task complete.
I knew one day our paths would meet.

Once my follower, you became my foe.
Now to Hell you send me, with each blow.
I won't be remembered by cross or stone.
As on this blood soaked hill, I die alone.