• sorrow sweeps around all that is merry,
    sending dread as it passes into those faint of heart,
    let a single bloody tear pass your eyes tonight,
    my love,
    you fight

    cursing the demons within as the massacre begins,
    scarlet runs down the hills of the forgotten,
    along with your sanity,
    a clash of thunder it seems as your sword colides with their's,

    your life is the cost of your pride,
    and if it then madness will consome my shattered heart,
    so remember it is you who painted these scarlet hills and it is you who have caused me pain,
    as you fall in vain or reign victorous,
    and my it burden your soul,
    from yoour truest love,
    always never