So loud
The voice
The life
I take
The sand
From ground
To hand
I make
So harsh
The noise
It soils
My, my
My head
Head
It hurts for miles
I can’t
And I won’t
Be stormed
And be still
From what
Still burns
What I choose
To kill
So
Oh blood
Don’t tell me what should live when
I have come from Hell
And I should know what love is
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
Yes
Blood
On my hands
I did
Drugged down
In depths
Of mine
Unsolved
Inside
My child
I swept
To where a whore would ride me
Call me by my birth name
Call it, too, beside me
Oh blood
Don’t tell me what should live when
I have come from Hell
And I should know what love is
Oh Death
Oh Death
My good, sweet friend
Won’t you lend your hand and
Be it gently lent when
Oh him
Oh him
When he come and went said
Won’t you lend your hand then
Oh gently lance it
Don’t tell me how my blood should live
I was born here empty
When I’ve naught to give and
This how a war inside will find me
Ruin good, sweet friends and
Ruin digging sites
To where the whore she rides me
Calls me by my first name
Calls it at my bedside
Oh blood
Don’t tell me what should live as
I have come from Hell
And I should know what love is
