Blood behind
Blood in the the store
No way in life
Those sins to core
Blood was his name
In secret lifes
Waits until the dead arrives
And laughs and loves
And hopes and hates
He kept on doing for no sakes
'Cause red on days,
But black at night
It called him to another fight
Hated himself
Hated Blood bad
The power over him it had
But this time strong
To leave his hive
And found a way to end this life
Blood in his veins
Blood in his head
Blood on the floor
Blood liked him dead
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