I feel the blood running my face With a look in his that screams demise My life seems all but mine
Here I lie awaiting My is looming
The blade that he draws must spill more that's mine For all that has passed I cannot help but \"Why am I the one to die?\"
I face this alone
The touch of his against my flesh Fills him with pleasure so dark passes not his lips With a swift move my end is signed I can feel my very essence drained I can hear the of the demons poisoning his mind: \"More blood,\" they say. \"More lives.\"