So loud 
The voice 
The life 
I take 
The sand 
From ground 
To hand 
I make 
So harsh 
The noise 
It soils 
My, my 
My head 
Head 
It hurts for miles 
I can’t 
And I won’t 
Be stormed 
And be still 
From what 
Still burns 
What I choose 
To kill 
So 
Oh blood 
Don’t tell me what should live when 
I have come from Hell 
And I should know what love is 
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
Yes
Blood 
On my hands 
I did 
Drugged down 
In depths 
Of mine 
Unsolved 
Inside 
My child 
I swept 
To where a whore would ride me 
Call me by my birth name 
Call it, too, beside me 
Oh blood 
Don’t tell me what should live when 
I have come from Hell 
And I should know what love is 
Oh Death 
Oh Death 
My good, sweet friend 
Won’t you lend your hand and 
Be it gently lent when 
Oh him 
Oh him 
When he come and went said 
Won’t you lend your hand then 
Oh gently lance it 
Don’t tell me how my blood should live 
I was born here empty 
When I’ve naught to give and 
This how a war inside will find me 
Ruin good, sweet friends and 
Ruin digging sites 
To where the whore she rides me 
Calls me by my first name 
Calls it at my bedside 
Oh blood 
Don’t tell me what should live as 
I have come from Hell 
And I should know what love is