The Blood Of Her Love

I stand before you, milord
Confessing to a crime committed
I seek the penalty of life
For death shall not end my plight

Ask me my crimes
Heinous and unforgiven
They ask for misery
And despair and eternally

For I have killed my love, milord
With these very wretched hands
Do not allow me to die
And redeem my sins for purgation

I stand undulated
Mourning my loss

With brooding eyes painted with pain and anguish
With yearning heeds wrought with desperation
With reeking claims of a judgement deserved
With a flame of darkness in the light

I shall live condemned
I shall