The crimson river overflows
To drown a cold and heartless blade
What when the victim deals the blows
To suffocate her shame with pain?
...
You spread your scornful laugh
On all the things you 'hate'
I swear your poison slow-
ly shuts the pearly gates
...
Let the flowers
Kiss your ankles
And the earth taste your feet
Let the wind whisper songs
...
As a pool of blood
Kicks and strains for breath
I feel nothing...
...