Let the crimson liquid seep,
And onto shoulders who will weep;
The angels wait in our wake,
Time will widdle like a stake;
The guilt that we all keep.
Trying soley to compare,
Instead we can only tear;
Our feelings for the other gone,
Left out for another song;
The ones we hoped to share.
So wiat until the daybreak leaves,
For crimson runs down both these sleeves;
And we will close the door to Hell,
Break this everlasting spell;
And finally be Free.