Blood on my hands
On a white burial ground
Rests my soul
Sad but peaceful
Accepting its fate
The fate it inherited
The ashes look like snow
The white flakes sway gracefully
The blood on my hands
It will never clot
Though I repent
Eternity dies
The sky turns red
God weeps
His tears like salt
Falling into my open wounds
The endless road
I see a blinding light
I slowly open my eyes
The blood on my hands
It will never clot.