A crimson pool staining the rug
A scarlet ribbon in the snow
Drying rusty brown on a cotton bandage
The red of the sunset’s glow
Blood: The life force
That runs through our veins
Blood: The death force
That kills like a flame.
A weak white face
A red river of pain
And on the cloth
A red-brown stain
Blood: The life force
That runs through our veins
Blood: The death force
That kills like a flame.
A rose of blood
Like a drop of spite
Like a moment’s worth of hatred
Like a warrior’s reddened sight.
Blood: The life force
That runs through our veins
Blood: The death force
That kills like a flame.
A drop of blood
Dark and pure
Against silvery ice
A painful treasure
Blood: The life force
That runs through our veins
Blood: The death force
That kills like a flame.