The woman I love is the symbol of light
I'll see if I am recalled to life
but etched in the cobblestone are scars of the flood
and open wounds turn wine to blood.
I twist the echo at my mother's request
of a life before mine that put mine to the test
a curse on my blood will soon be fulfilled
at its behest my wife's husband is killed
in a fight to the death between good and evil
my fate is sealed with a knitting needle
by one who once spilled the flood of wine
when a reign of terror turns back the time
and my story repeats on another date
now blue flies hum eulogies of carrion they ate
the death of my tombstone is but devil's bait
and to my dismay, Every Man sealed my fate.