There's blood on the ground
Eyes half open
Trembling hands holding the dagger
Blinded mind
Did the sin
Now is prisoned in an ocean shell
Say 'Farewell'

See what you have done
Seal it in your soul.
Better soon be gone
With the morning mist
You must.
Leave her dying
Paint your wistful heart
with traces of red

There's blood on the ground
In a silent room
And a wound in her chest
Her body already gone cold,
left to rest
With the morning mist you disappeared.