Bloody hand know your way   Lay him down, his death will pass   Lay him down under your blade   Shined and sharp his crimson stain      Diamond shards pulse to steel   This final breath and glassy pleas   Rest your mind and wash your hands   Lay him down in this time of dying      A 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 pass      Diamond 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