Amidst the field of wilting daffodils, I stand alone, the field stained by my sins. The last butterfly flies away, my calloused hands reach out, even if he knew such a thing was never meant for the damned such as one as dirty as me, for my hands were dirtied with the blood of my enemies and family.

Amidst the field of wilting daffodils, I stand alone, the field stained by my sins. The last butterfly flies away, my calloused hands reach out, even if he knew such a thing was never meant for the damned such as one as dirty as me, for my hands were dirtied with the blood of my enemies and family.