In a moment of sheer terror, he struck his son
And yet he'd loved him, with a diseased mind
Moment ruled emotions, compelling an attack
Killing despite he loving him, despite his flaws
In those moments of the aftermath, overcome
He was mad, but now he committed prolicide
Named Ivan the Terrible, his label was apt
His power was great and he deserved to fall
"May I be damned! I've killed my son! I've killed my son!" Ivan the Terrible
