Vigilia Mortum The Sniper's Notes
I'm Skilled Enough
Making No Haste
I Opened My Case
To Assemble My Gun
The Sentence Declared
The Eye for the Sight
I Was Holding My Breathing
Making No Haste
I pulled the trigger
My job was over
It was the shot
Within an instant
Target had been hit
Poor thing was lying
With a hole in the head
I'm Skilled Enough
Making No Haste
I Opened My Case
To Assemble My Gun
The Sentence Declared
There's No Trouble
Why I Am Who I Am
Consider Me a Hangman
All the Answers
On the Barrel's Tip