The Birth of a Hero

I know I've killed too much
still she moves, she touches me
my hands are covered in blood
but she kisses the ring
and places them on your altar

Where I sin, you say
there was never such thing
and tonight you anoint my brow
with the breath of war you sing

She kisses the lids of my eyes
cleans the blood from my lips
she chants through the night
dips color on my fingertips

There's a voice in my head
there's a hole in my chest...

And where I loved, you say
to love where and when I pleased
and when the night has gone
I swear to keep my lovers appeased

But I know I've killed too much
still they smile, they touch my skin
and though they praise my name
I still feel ashamed, I can't be a hero
but I feel the birth of embers
stir in the hole of my chest