• BLACK BLOOD


    Black blood.
    Black blood it drips on my hands!
    I have the guilt of a murderer, but no one understands.
    My world of terror.
    My world of pain.
    So should I refrain from these nightly games?
    The knife is run thought and the black blood falls to the ground.
    Oh what should I do I have killed agian.
    Now I have their blood, their blood on my hands.
    Then the next night comes and it starts again.
    The black night the black blood.
    Will anyone ever understand.
    Is there hope, hope for the dead?
    Which path will I take, which path will I tread?
    Will I take the path, the path of the dead or
    Will I take the path, the path the of the light?
    The path of the life.
    The path of the right.