I, the murderer

I, the murderer

Sent you here approaching

In a knife edge 

Coming to you

And death

I, the murderer 

Here for you approaching

In a shroud 

Coming to you

And death

How is deafness 

That it is now blind

How is the lame

That it is now a cripple 

How is the fallen

That it is now you, the victim

I, the murderer 

Immortal in a black shroud 

Along this cobble path 

Carrying you towards death 

Open your eyes 

For death on a cold day