I watched my blood,
Bleed deep in the soil,
From the knives in my heart,
Caught deep in turmoil.

And I feel so cold,
Trapped in the snow,
My ghosts keep me company,
Still colder and colder I grow...

And I bow my head,
With my arms wide open,
Praying to God, take me home...
As I sink deeper in dread,
Here's...my...last...breath...I hope I'll be free when...I'm dead.