Some heart is beating, ever so slow
A final breath, blood continues to flow
His soul is leaving, we're unaware
I hear my name, in his prayer
Some axe has fallen, life to dust
Taken by blood thirsty lust
In the night, a man's not well
A voice has cursed, my name to Hell
The sound of my name will never stop
The reaper came and scythed a crop
The guilt of many will shine on one
The screams will echo passed morning sun
by Jeff Hartline