Blood Stained - Cadaveres

Some female hair, flowers a dead

The bracing smell of rain in the air

Crushing floor, doors opened

Glass tiles ang tears of blood everywhere

Cloudy skies, moaning wind

Chairs, tables upset, a tearing sense

Somebody has been here

A blood-stained man who pretends innocence

So never feel assurance -I breathe out in vengeance

I’ll hunt you with my revenge

My law will strike down on you

A narrow street, a purple scarf

Fearsome cat-eyes glowing in the dark

A used-up wallet, her photo therein

Her voice echoes again in the wind

Crumbling walls, long shadows

You can still smell her sweet fragrance

She’s only twenty, good-looking, lovely

But still a blood-stained man who pretends innocence

So never feel assurance I breathe out in vengeance

I hunt you with my revenge

My law will strike down on you

Blur of sight, sudden light

Disturbtes the recognition of every mistake

What if I am?

By any chance

A blood-stained man who pretends innocence?