Mother it hurts...

It bleeds so that I cannot stop this crimson rain.

It leeks at all sides and leaves me terribly weak.

I cannot see the pale sun over the storm torn skies.

I cannot feel the icy snow anymore.

Mother it hurts so badly...

I have ruined everything with these hexed hands.

I have hurt anyone who ever loved me.

Not that I could never really inspire love-

But I can still hear the wailing in the winds.

I can still hear them savagely longing for my flesh.

I can still hear the horrifying clashing of swords.

Oh Mother!

It-it hurts, it hurts!

Please, Mother, please help me.

Mother... Mother... it hurts...

I do not want to die...Mother!