Your blood is like the finest wine -
So sweet in its deceitful taste,
So pure I know, that for a while
You dared to think you were the best.

But, alas, friend, it doesn't matter,
For you are here, dying in the snow,
And all the lies you tried to scatter
Tonight - they will be truly gone.

Oh, sure, you are so sorry, aren't you?
Don't make me laugh, you piece of shit,
I ain't some priest or God Almighty,
I sin, but I'm not the worst.

Revenge and hate, my friend,
I'd drink to that.
And you, I'm afraid -
Not.

© Kizune