Bloody hand know your way
Lay him down his death will pass
Lay him down under your blade
Shined and sharp his crimson stain

Diamond shards pulse to steel
This final breath and glassy plea
Rest your mind and wash your hands

Dirty heat, falling dusk
Guilty breeze, they know their way
In through the door
you hear them whine
Close your eyes, it soon will pass

Diamond shards pulse to steel
This final breath and glassy plea
Rest your mind and wash your hands
Lay him down in this time of dying