Innocent tears fall into the night, a strange impulse for unnatural killing.
My red crimson blood boils strong, a passion for death that’s heavy and thick.
With all my strength I can lie to my head, but in the end my heart can’t be tricked.
So now I must live a conscious life with knowledge of all the blood on my hands.
I realize know but with no remorse, I’m doomed to live the life of the damned.
