Blood and Mist
I walk down the bloody cobbled streets,
I see a dirty child.
The infant, he looks up at me,
To him I'm much reviled.
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And can I blame the lowly boy?
Yharnam, I did cleanse.
The mad and plagued, they were all purged,
Their flesh I had to rend.
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Saviour, monster, I am both,
A different curse I bear.
I see it in the child's eyes,
Hatred and despair.
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So all I can do is keep walking,
Through the morning mist.
But with signs of my sins all around,
Of that I cannot be remiss.