God, show me the red

Burn me with the sand of fate

The scorching temperature of sand

The carnage that has been cast upon me

The handprints I have made

Her blood

Their blood

I pull the pain of their sorrow

Through the valley

Of eternal sorrow

The heat of my burden

Begging the sun means cracking the moon

The moons tears are felt

For it be

The only water

In the desert of my heart