Only the Dead Holy Blade

I take a pregnant pause
Condition one and high ready
Tracing the trail in the dirt
Blue light flows into…
You

(that’s when he said)
“Commit me to memory for I will haunt your every ‘boot stomp’ dream
Carve in your mind a place that is just for me
Now till the end: never be alone”

Accept all forms of loss
Feelings of love drift in the night
Blood becomes one with the earth
Red fades into…

What makes the grass grow?
(blood, blood)
What makes the grass grow?

Notes of shit and pain
Perfumed almost evеrything
I remember what you said to mе
How you swore that it would never end
In my mind your hold is oh so tight
Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then