Crimson souls every where

Pictures and memories
I cling to them like somehow they will bring you back
Land of the dead taken by a thread of the short life
Taken by the knife , forced by the hand of death

The pain of your ghost is the sweetest reminder
That you were here
But now my dear
As you die I must subside

Land of the dead
Cold and hollow the blood will flow
Till my breath stops
Till the hands of death take my last breath

I’ll stay here and bleed these crimson tears
Crimson every where
I wish you where here

Death she grows near
She takes my life
We are reunited  
Our souls intertwine
My crimson tears and wishes cease
Like my heart beat .

Crimson souls wondering the earth
Taken by the hand of death
The sharpest knife yet.