A simple sin not lust but more
that ripped across my sleeping from...

The blade the blade that beastly sight
Stricken deep in deaths dark night...

Tender tears of untold blue
fall down these cheeks of virgin hew...

Wisps of white flow around
wedding bells sing in a distant town...

A drop a tear a final word
to you great beast of doom and war...

Drip, drop, hot dark blots
People look as sorrow talks...

There i sat in my room alone
till a knock knock came on my door...

Twenty Lichs broken in body and soul
were brought to gather in a blinding fold...

Away I go into this dream
darkness clouding taking me...

So I am dieing on the inside
apart of me knows...

One day you will under stand I did what I did...
when that day comes look me up and share...

Do you hear him as he tells his story?
Do you hear the birds as they speak his name...