Dearest mother Must I still suffer Can't you ever look beyond What ever say I've done Save me mother From the taunting mirror And malice in your eyes You cared not to disguise I won't be mourned I understand But I was born With blood on my hands With blood on my hands And it stayed there And trough the storm My journey's planned For I've been scorned Across the land There's blood on my hands And it stayed there Dearest father No mercy for your martyr I tell you I have tried To stop avoiding life All my brothers Stood by one another You told them that I stained Your precious family name I want be mourned... I have sworn On the witness stand That I was born With blood on my hands With blood on my hands And I stayed there