Blood Colours the White

Hanging on a cliff
 Groping for something I cannot quite reach
 The fall is too deep
 If I let go It will take all that''s left of me

 Blood colours the white
 I''m mesmerised
 It burns in my eyes
 But if I look away I lose all that I have

 My mind is turning black, it''s burning
 Faces from the dark turning
 Through the scorched fields I am walking
 Towards the gates

 Who tells the truth?
 I see faces but
 the words they speak are unknown to me
 The crooked serpent

 The distance is too wide
 How can I know what''s happening on the other side
 I want to let go
 But then there''s no turning back
 I''m kept in the dark

 I stand on my grave
 No one is there
 There''s no name on the stone
 Srepent around my neck...
 The gates are still sealed

 My mind is turning black, it''s burning
 Faces from the dark turning
 Through the scorched fields I''m walking
 Towards the gates

 I have the key, but it''s under my skin
 Blood colours the white