The moon is high
the night is silent...

Every time i see those veins
I try to suppress the urge...

Crystal tears
bleeding marks...

I can't do it anymore
I cannot breathe...

With trembling hands I write this
With blood pooling round my wrists...

Blood pools around me
My body still and pale...

It's like a river of red
A crimson stain...

So many tears
I'm surprised I didn't...

Churning darkeness
empty mind...

The dragon roars its death of flames
the warriors call for the bane...

A impending darkness
creeps in on me...

Try to ignore it
try not to pick it up...