My hands full of blood 
as [bad word] through the night
I have no place to go 
The moons shining bright
And the darkness is 
hunting me down 
Was it really me,
fulfilling my prophecy. 
I still see his eyes 
I remember his face 
full of fright and surprise 
His whining in pain
As my dagger moves constantly up
and down
Was it really me 
Ending this reign 
and killing our king 
My hands full of blood
As [bad word] through the night...