Down an unbroken line of love,
An heirloom was passed along,
From the mother to the daughter,
From heart to heart it does pass,
While in the very heart they hold,
The hate grows stronger every time,
This is the heirloom for them to keep,
This heirloom is tainted by evil,
As the tears do flow free from them,
It passes down from one to another,
The line being unbroken for so long,
Centuries shall pass before it is broken,
Every new eye is burning hotter still,
As every new generation passes on,
They will pass the heirloom on still,
This is an heirloom of pure hatred,
When once the blood of this line was spilled,
This heirloom came into existence,
The hatred of those to survive making it whole,
With every new generation its fed more hate,
Carved in stone the words of blood red,
Shining brighter every year that passes,
The old heirloom of this family of hatred,
Passing from hear to heart, always this way,
The blood has been spilled upon the ground,
No longer can we time be turned back,
Forever this will pass from heart to heart,
This, the one true heirloom of hatred.
