I Would Dream Of Blood

Rain falls on sunny memories

In this trampled heart of mine

I feel sick and my knuckles bleed

I was sold by the goddess

Whom i'd worship and adore

But the price was mine to pay

Left burning at the stake

With hands tied

And the battle raging within

Whorse

I worshipped you for long and prayed

For a quick death of my heart

Before the fire would unite my hands

Yet at the same time

For long, I would dream of blood

And that the blood on my knuckles

Next time, will not be my own