It came to me in a dream
Your face I could not see
A death, a cloud, a rose of thorns
This time it was, the last mourn
Now I notice a spear in hand
Crying, he's just slain a man
Over the grave a lonely soul
Staring blankly into an unmarked hole
Discreetly possessing the killing blow
Cause of death only he can know
The secret burrows into his brain
Til his death is caused by himself insane
