Bright Red Blood
The Color of a Sonís Spurt Heartís Flood
Now, that my Life is done
Iíll take yours, from you, by Ö My Gun
Iíll Run Your Heart Right Through
And there is Not a Thing Ö you Ö Can Do.
(Oh) Will you (please) tell me
Why in the World
Do you want to die?
While evil from that man, surged, we hung
Know, that He Made, From Me
His nemesis, for all eternity
I Ö do Ö swear Ö
His breath of Life
Iíll Have Purged, Then Wrung.