On the seventh day
he arrived to stay,
a sky so grey opened up for him.
Like a hallow man,
he kneels down to pray
without a shame, calling her name.
Christina bleeds.
The rope's caress, it's oh, so tight.
A hanged man's love the last
despise.
Christina bleeds.
Rope is tight, so f*****g tight.
Her fragile touch the last thing he felt.
And Christina
bleeds.
As the evening crawls
she feels the loss when the wind weeps through,
the promise carved in cross.
In the evil
dusk she disappear for the lust,
lost love that sears.
Christina bleeds.