I tasted blood, spilling from my browThere is no ammunition in my pocket now,No rounds in my gun, yet still I'm surrounded by war.
I bear the blame, I declared this war.Here in the trench, I hear the crossfire.The trench coils like a labyrinth of thunder, Where bullets chant their ethical crimes.
Dust encircles, even blinds me,Like a loud applause on stage,It crawls in my soul like a kraken in sea.As I wipe my eyes I see the plague.
Death sits with me, laughing at my verses,Making lullabies, while holding a rose between her lips.Thorns at her teeth, chanting forsaken curses,Her kiss draws blood, I clutch her hip.
Yet, I shall not go in tranquility, I must roar.I squeeze the trigger of my gun, Which unloads the great silence, an hourOf my heart blazing, like the shining sun.
Me and my ashes trudged toward what’s undone,There, I bit the steel of my knife to rage,As I rose howling from the trench.