A pool of blood below my wretched feet

I hold the blade that sealed my blanch├ęd fate.

A thousand curses cry in voices sweet,

"Take vengeance! Let him feel his murder's weight!"

Ah, me, ah, me! There's nowhere left to turn,

His sword breathes down my neck, exciting fear,

Blood ev'rywhere, and endless nightmares burn;

Imagination terror makes appear.

Ah, me, a sinner, twisted by a fake

And darkened fantasy that plagued my sleep

Alas! In turmoil, the chance demons take,

I took, and miserable death, I keep.

My stomach turns, thick with insanity,

None must learn of this inhumanity.