She was no longer precious to me...
I guess my hate grew much stronger
Than my love for her ever did
(I was) so tired of chasing that person
Who made me feel loved
And as we were embracing I cut
And spilt the dearest blood
I'm praying for her soul as this blood
On my hands stains me whole...
You were my life, from you I fed of
And now parted by knife - the suicide of our love
So callous and frigid was that stillborn soul...
Yet no other half could ever make me whole
You promised: "...'til death do us part"