Within these depths of fiery hell,
Shadows bleed from an empty shell.
Blood runs black and dead and cold,
Victim to Death’s icy hold.
Your scars cover my pale flesh -
Upon my arm, your name I etch;
Across my skin the blood flows free;
Through crimson tears, your face I see
A broken body falls from grace,
Blood covering a shattered face.
Lifeless and cold, upon the floor -
To wander heaven’s halls no more.