Your blood on my hands Entomb my own soul His eyes beam Is the reason to Keep me in dark His corpse in my arms Makes me wish for death Her pale lifeless - image In my mind Drives me insane I can still hear Their screams of pain Their dress splattered with blood And thou deadly bows in my arms His pale skim so cold And thou deadly bows in my arms I feel the burden of Guild on my mind Populated by worms - and tombs Wandering ghosts Smashing my brain and my soul Your blood on my hand Entomb my being Beam eyes, his pale skim,cold and soft His corpse I'm my arms Makes me wish for death Their dress splattered with blood And my life became a nightmare His pale skim so cold And my life became a nightmare Now where I agonize till death Paying for my terrible disease I still hear their screams of pain