A White Holocaust

Give up of a crime play 
It reflects the weakness on your face 
My last caress on virgin grace 
Before I extract the blade 
A composition in red 
With a flash of white 
And frames of bloodstained sheets 
Give up of a crime play: 
You're lamb and I 
I am the blade 

Still motion crawling 
Close to your shrouds... 
Still motion crawling 
Close to your shrouds...