These blood veins run blue
Down my chest as I lay,
Waiting for someone
To kill me today.
My luck has run out,
My dice lay about.
These blood lines run high,
Til the day I die.
The sea is blue with my tears,
and His voice is music to my ears.
Why do I torment them so?
Flushed, as I may grow.
I mourn for my actions,
And for who I have wronged.
But after all is said and done,
On death, bells will gong.