Blinded by hate

Blinded by hate,
tempted by fate,
a warrior will rise,
to bring justice to cries.
Who'll tear them all apart,
aim straight for the heart,
and leave them to stagger,
with in them still the dagger,
so they suffer for their deed,
and insufferable greed,
for the riot they created,
the innocent man they baited,
the pure soul they raided,
the reason we will avenge,
their blood and take revenge,
because this is what they deserve,
for the numerous shots they curved,
in the man's body that lies,
in the grave where he now sighs,
for his death, caused a riot,
in our hearts and raised a light,
we will now rise and fight,
till we can, not losing the sight,
the focus; these murderers are;
their death isn't very far.
For they killed him, lo! In vain,
Made him suffer pain,
Shot him till he cried,
He kept begging till he died,
But they had hearts of stone,
The dark path was what they were shown,
they showed no mercy; now they will get none,
and they should be wary, and they should run,
for we will hunt them till we get our goal,
and it matters not, the later toll,
we will strive, till we achieve;
we will strike, till we pass through the sieve,
of lies, of betrayals, of treason deep,
till they eventually, die and weep.