He comes into my room at night after the hour of...
why I do not know...

I walk in loneliness, with the light of the red...
Dying to belong some were, with you...

I sit alone in this empty room.
Waiting, waiting for this live to end...

I stand in the rain of blood.
I feel is slowly running down my face...

I wish to kill you.
I wish to drive my dagger...

Gaze upon us.
We are the three riders...

I cannot cry
these tears you are merely ceremonial...