The Blood

The blood is spilled
this I tell
and who I've killed
shall go to Hell
The blood is red
through and through
this red blood
belongs to you
The blood has dripped
upon the floor
your body's dead
you bleed no more
The blood is yours
been shed by me
to spill your blood
was my need
The blood runs freely
down your arm
as you did me
I've done you harm
The blood is warm
as once were you
now you're dead
and I am through
Your dear death
has freed my soul
death is great
that I've shown.