Testo Cain

I gave you my love
Though crystalized
I sent you a rose with nevermore
So many years
So many hours
And only thistles on my shore
For all that it's worth
The blood on my hands Is the blood of divinities
And all that is lost
Sound or unsound
Only bonds between you and me

If I go will you follow
Me trough the cracks and hollows
And I would be your