Forever lost in the lands of forlorn hope I ride into the night As world wilts on my wake I am the darkest steed With bleeding scars on my back And the storm rises soon But I can't run any faster Before your eyes I'm falling on my knees For I'm out of life To tread here under this blood red sun Take the flower from my grave The darkest one I crafted under this blood red sun Still I pray for my heart to turn to stone For I am in love with death I place the coin in my mouth And await the ferryman Before your eyes I'm falling on my knees For I'm out of life To tread here under this blood red sun Take the flower from my grave The darkest one I crafted under this blood red sun This flower is for hope For innocence, for truth It is the only thing I carry in me Of beauty, of youth I'm falling on my knees For I'm out of life To tread here under this blood red sun Take the flower from my grave The darkest one I crafted under this blood red sun I'm falling on my knees For I'm out of life To tread here under this blood red sun Take the flower from my grave The darkest one I crafted under this blood red sun And the river of blood runs beneath this blood red sun