A Crimson trail, Follows my steps, Into the snow, That melts as he wept, The craving for life, Fades with the pain, Cuts so deep, Blood flows like rain, Into the snow, My steps are red, Like the crimson tide, Gunshot to the head, Swallow me whole, In a world forgotten, My footsteps are in the snow, And the blood becomes rotten, I see the end, But dont remember, That the snow had gone, Before this September, So wake me from, A hellish nightmare, Where blood covered snow, Represents A reality that don't care