You lay on bloody floor. Just blood and nothing more. Still smelling the death in the air. The ghost from yesterday won't let you of this pain. Still smelling the death in your stare. You're gambling with life. You'll loose every time. When you're gambling with life. That thin line crossed last time. You releaved the ghost from other time. That thin line crossed last time. And now the creatures running wild. Your brothers on altar of death. The blade is painted with red. And nobody hears your call. You fight with your broken mind. Maybe you should do it another time. Just remember that you might fall.