He's always known that anger leads to hate,
and passion draws him to where anger leads.
His heart is dead but somehow it still bleeds.

He would have rather died than desecrate
The code taught him by one who was his mate.
But when his master fell, so did his creeds.
He's always known that anger leads to hate
And passion draws him to where anger leads.

He lets the darkness rise. He'll be the bait
And draw the one that sowed such bitter seeds,
And cut him down, and see what shade he bleeds--
Though anger cannot cancel sorrow's weight,
He's always known that anger leads to hate.