Crimson color on the ground;
Crimson color all around.
A shot buried in my breast;
Crimson life flows from my chest.
Body broken, body splayed,
Spirit crushed, heart betrayed.
You left me here for dead,
Now, a vengeance I shall wreak upon your head.
Snowy bank of a river painted crimson, crimson red.
You left me here forgotten, frozen, dead...
No wonder my last shot ran through your face,
My, O best beloved, Beatrice.
Crimson color on the ground;
Crimson color all around.
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