Revenge Must Be Early: Ten Years Is Too Long, I Only Seize the Day

The boy was wailing in the pool of blood, and the girl was crying in the struggle. The trees are mourning in the withering, and all the souls are in despair in pain. The rage of hatred is spreading, and the melody of death is burning. This is the song of the Avengers and the source of trembling for the Marauders. There is nothing in the world more satisfying than torturing your enemy to death. If there is, it means that the hatred has not reached its extreme. Come, let this flame from the deepest source of your soul burn everything!