Blood red wood...

Blood red wood
Resting between my fingers
Like a sleeping baby

This master piece
Waiting under my cheek
For me to play

The bow
It fits perfectly in my hand
Black as the night

I raise the bow
And put it on the first string
Then I let the music flow

Slow in the beginning
Then faster

My heart is beating
Like the time in the song

Wilder
Faster
More insane

Devilish power is possessing me
Like an eagle about to catch it's pray
It is making the bow fly

My fingers are running
Up and down the neck
Like a chased spider

I'm playing in hell
With such a passion
Never seen by the devil

In that moment
We are one
Me and my violin...