On the seventh day he arrived to stay
sky so grey opened up for him
Like a hollow man
He kneels down to pray without a shame
Calling her name

Christina bleeds

The rope's caress
It's -oh- so tight
hanged man's love
The last despise
Christina bleeds
Rope is tight
So [bad word] tight
Her fragile touch the last thing he felt
And Christina bleeds

As the evening crawls
She feels the loss when the wind weeps through
The promise carved in cross
In the evil dusk she disappear for the lust
Lost love that sears
Christina bleeds