Time of Dying

Bloody hand know your way

Lay him down, his death will pass

Lay him down under your blade

Shined and sharp his crimson stainDiamond shards pulse to steel

This final breath and glassy pleas

Rest your mind and wash your hands

Lay him down in this time of dyingA dirty heats, falling dusk

And guilty breeze, they know their way

In through the door you hear them whine

Close your eyes, it soon will passDiamond shards pulse to steel

This final breath, yeah and glassy pleas, yeah

Rest your mind and wash your hands

Lay him down in this time of dying