The river runs red with lust.
Never dieing in the light of night.
Only to find that blood runs in your veins.
To kill is a sin, to love is a crime.
As I walk the dark path laid before me.
Can't see anyhing that I wish to see.
Only death can bring the true light of darkness.
While the river still runs red.
Love only in the mind.
Pain just a feeling not really there.
Eyes burning with hate.
Blood so cold, I can't touch it.
Only to die in the night, no one cares if you are awake or dead.