As the hunger inside me grows,

The weariness starts to fade;

Dragging myself across the broken ground;

The healing in my legs starts to accelerate.

My body is no longer in pain,

The holes in my side heal shut;

I slowly rise to my freshly formed feet;

My tattered fingertips begin to regenerate.

Despite all of your heinous sins

I will not seek revenge;

But you shall fear for your immortal soul,

For I am become Death.