Streams of black run down my face,
full of pain and agonizing grace...

Its been weeks since I heard your voice,
months since I felt your touch...

One month, or two
somehow in the early morning dew...

Looking left, looking right
All I see is a light...

Tonight's the night
Where I finally pass...

Let the blade dance
over your pale skin...

Crashing waves upon the shore
never will my eyes see more...

Fresh fallen snow
covering the land...

I slice once more
as more blood falls...