Give me the sword
that cuts and breaks

I'll plunge it into
those I love but still hate

Put on your pretty dresses
frills and bows

I'll be with you
as from this world you go

I'll dance you to the dance
of death and pain behind you leave

and intricate pattern of perfect red paint
me as a masterpiece with your tears and blood

I want to see your passionate hatred
even as from this life you depart