My blade shadowed by
the color of blood
dripping slowly
on tired ground
I never thought
of raising my sword
and weilding it again.
The thousands of bloodied
carcasses marked
my horrid trail
The tears of angels
drowns the grin
of hideous mourning

My eyes are numb
yet i felt pain
my sinful regrets
will not awaken
the damned corpses
lying under the moon
I carefully dropped
my katana and weep
I want out of darkness
yet the hatred
I earned from foes
wont let me sleep
wont let me rest…