Nothin But Blood

All I ever I see is Red.
Nothin but Blood,
that can never be washed
From these Murderous Hands

Hands that were stained by war
Bruised with Scars of pain in sufferin
Black as scarlet, Red as Crimson
Damned with the last wishes of who I murdered

Under the spell of regret
How I wish to forget
The painful years with you….
My Shield and my sword