Blood soaked, from head to toe,
Dripping on the carpet as you walk past the door.
Blood stained, you clench to you knife,
It was a light task for a sacrifice.
Tears flood, to your welling eyes,
The grief is too much; your too sad to cry.
Blade turned, on your gulping throat,
If death is what you want youíll get what you sought.

The death of wolves is the safety of sheep,
you got what was coming, you sowed and youíll reap.
Too terrified to scream; too proud to let it show,
Youíll finally get your kiss under deathís mistletoe.
Lay you down to sleep; six feet below,
All the pain you caused, but you will never know.
Hooked on the joys of seeing others fall,
But today; you tumble hardest of all.

I wage war with the demons inside,
The little good within; it will not survive.
Iíll willingly give my soul to return,
Only unto those who wished me harm.
Such a life, such a death; Iíd do it all again,
Again, and again, and again till the end.
You may fear your death worse than the dark,
But thatís where the sweetest of my memories lurk.
Written by djaepunk (Bengt Eklund)
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