Pour a shower over me, let the Crimson flow. Let my skin be awash in its life giving essence, let the opened veins pour out. Release my inner beast, cast aside the bridle that restrains me. Open the door and let me play on a dark field. Let my skin become white like snow and glisten as the red droplets drip off of me. See the heat rise from me as I meet the bitter cold. The thirst takes me and cannot be quenched, now let the Crimson rivers flow.