Let your knife rip and tear
Leaving the deepest wound
Fresh with blood.

Sweet weeping
Of my blood soaked soul.

Those for whom I've given all...
Bear it a little longer
And a little longer still,

Bless the dear knife of my torturer.

Cut deep and quick and clean
And leave no pining there for me.
It is they and they alone now:
Deep holes within my heart,
That only they can fill.