On the seventh day
he arrived to stay,
a sky so grey opened up for him
Like a hallow man,
he kneels down to pray without a shame, calling her name

Christina bleeds
The rope's caress, it's oh, so tight
A hanged man's love the last despise
Christina bleeds
Rope is tight, so fucking tight
Her fragile touch the last thing he felt
And Christina bleeds

As the evening crawls
she feels the loss when the wind weeps through,
the promise carved in cross
In the evil dusk she disappear for the lust,
lost love that sears
Christina bleeds