Deck the Halls With Blood (feat. Monica Barta)

Plink, plink...
Sound of drops falling.
A trace of blood.
Stars sing a lullaby.
I hear a scream into your head.
I am sorry for your life, I really am.
Here in darkness, you're paying for your sins.
It's the tremor inside that's making you cry.
Are you sorry for your life?
You must be terrified.
Learn from your shadow, learn from your steps.
Have you realized that?
Have to run.
Really? You're staying here?
Forever