Don't come on quietly when you draw near. Don't go on lightly. Don't leave me here. I wither quickly in winter's cold but carry onward like I was told. And I wait for a sign. Like blood in the tears of all my enemies (So they will see). Knowing the pain the way they should. Blood in the tears of all my enemies (Given to me). Leaving a trail to where you stood. And when it's quite when you can hear I beg you take me away from here. Cleansing red wake the dead