Dead running on my eyelids,
the faces white and pale,
the cheeks are sunken,
pine and no one is there,
Please turn around,
no more blood dripping on my feet,
let me live,
only this one time,
I'll break your oath,
you prepare your last supper,
that you are milling from my bones.
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