My hands full of [bad word] through the night
I have no place to go

The moon's shining bright
And the darkness is hunting me down
Was it really me, fulfilling my prophecy

I still see his eyes
remember his face full of fright and surprise
He's 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