The blood of my enemies flow into the Red.
There's no other feelings than pride in seeing them dead.
You can have my soul, you can have my life.
But you better not steal the blood from my knife.
The sacrifice you make, shall please them all.
Over your dead body, I shall climb and watch you fall.
Destroy the feelings held deep inside.
Let go of the pain and hold the sword high.
You can try your hardest to get to the ones I love.
But successful you won't be, since I attack from above.
You say you'll do something yet you sit on your laurels.
Why bother waiting since you don't have morals.
I raise the sword again, to let the blood flow.
Don't try to stop me, if you loved me... let me go.