Forgive me my sins, Lord, for I have made another,
For on the sleeve of my tunic there is a horrible color.
Red, milord, tis a crimson red,
And already in this confessional I can see the demons I've fed.
Nay, nev'r had I thought I woulds't be here in my sorrow.
Nor do I hope to be here in the morrow.
But I have sinned, my Lord, and I know my soul will be cast,
Into the hells I vision in dreams. O the horrors so vast!
I have taken a life with my hands, a life so young and beautiful.
Still in the eyes of this infidel I could see evil growing so fruitful!
Rage, nor anger consumed my soul,
Instead it was pleasure I took in the life I stole.
Demon, I maybe, fit for your circles of hell,
Be knowst that with each passing day its from your grace I fell!
Forgive me or not, Lord, for I no longer care!
Just sit in your heavens as I take wrath! Sit alone and stare!
Worlds will crumble beneath my feet!
People will flee, and hiding they will seek!
O the horrors so vast indeed!
For when they needed you most you abandoned them it seemed!
You, my Lord, are the one stained red!
If only you had stopped me, they would have never bled.
