Burning Rage (Turn the Page, Bob Seger)

Harry's got an awful lot on his mind in Deathly Hallows. Here's a reflection by him to the tune of Bob Seger's Turn the Page.

Burning Rage

It's a long and lonesome journey lacking room and board,
And I listen for the not-so-distant murmurs of discord
As I think about my mission, to at last bring down that evil lord.
Though I'm glad to have some company, I sometimes think the glue
That has bound us three together may grow weak as we pursue
Heinous Horcruxes in hiding. It's a taxing thing to do.

Hey, that vile man's in my head again,
That vile man four times my age.
Voldemort's searin' my scar again,
Voldemort's burning rage...

Well, in retrospect, Ron didn't want this unwieldy load.
Now I realize despondently the bitter seeds I sowed
When I let him and Hermione come follow me upon this road.
When he left, he didn't walk; Ron just up and ran,
And he Disapparated like that always was his plan.
Oh, I just can't help but wonder, is he a splinching fan?

That vile man's in my head again,
That vile man four times my age.
Voldemort's searin' my scar again,
Voldemort's burning rage...

Xeno's tricks were not right, but at least we got away.
I'm still glad we went, 'cause he enlightened me today.
I'll preserve my feeble body with the Hallows. Where are they?
Those two don't believe me, think I'm dizzy in the head.
Now distraction comes to camp, and I am chortling at Fred.
The broadcast ends, and I forget whose name must not be said.

Now that vile man's in my head again,
That vile man four times my age.
Voldemort's searin' my scar again,
Voldemort's burning rage...

Oh, that vile man's in my head again,
That vile man four times my age.
Voldemort's searin' my scar again,
Voldemort, Voldemort...