Emerging from a rotting coffin
 Reeling from the visions of death and horror
 which slam inside his head
 Memories of terror and pain
 Echo through his entire body as he falls to the ground
 Fighting to regain control
 Moving through the mists and smoke
 Which settles on the city
 Following a crow, his guide into an unfamiliar world
 Towards the place he once knew
 Now so barren and forbidding
 Pieces of a former life lying on the floor
 like a faded photograph cast away
 Finding the pieces, trying to return to a world he once knew
 One thought echoes through his mind
 Like a gunshot in the deepest canyon,
 Revenge!!!!!
 Hunting through the city
 Falling from a building
 no care of pain
 Rising from the ruble
 one last soldier to destroy the enemy
 A man, black, so very black both in heart and appearance,
 A knife thrower, though he shouldn't have played with knives
 For even the thrower can be killed by what he throws.
 Slowly killing those who killed
 One by one the eternal enemies fall
 by the death they know best
 Finally the leader of Pain
 the one whose word is law
 The "Top Dollar" is faced with death
 A church, the house of the Holy Ghost
 On the high cathedral roof, a battle for eternal sleep is fought
 Pushed to the brink of this sleep
 job almost complete
 One final touch, 30 hours of pain, straight to the top........