Upon floor I delve,
In the ground I've found myself...
Upon bones I sleep,
on all of these dead memories, I do weep,
Blood fills earthly qualms,
Inflicted with the blade in palm,
Silent slices, cut away pain,
yet another is all I gain.....
Fallen into the embrace of death,
I'm held by all those dying,
Living without a breath,
I've fallen past trying,
Underground I shall sleep,
Forever hearing every living weep.
Fallen into rubble words fall to dust,
Carried away they live within us..
In the ground they shall be spoken,
From the icy lips once known as Crimson.