Paroles de The Crimson Wind

By the edge of a cliff staring far to the sea feeling numb and lost nothing to care about while I still feel my fingers I hold tighter to the knife opening slowly the arteries in my wrists and throat lossing sight and sense one final graven deed enthralled as blood is riding on the cold blowing winds with shivering words I write my name in the snow with the paint from my heart without pain and suffering