Forthcoming, awaken, desired she comes
Quick like the blade of the knife
Red river, streaming
Encouraging others to come
Like a valture arriving, eating my eyes
Betrayed by the one that I loved.

Dark village, high mountains
Fire still scorching the skies
Howling and screaming
Charging ahead
To protect all that I held dear
Still feeling the scratches on my back

Surrounded with flowers and dressed in white
I come no to you
Shinning, igniting the spark.
The tears on your face
Red eyes in the dark
Explained only by the coffin around me.