Curse

	Tonight I mourn the loss of heart and soul.
	The path is taken, The curse received.
	Dark and barren in the winter night.
	Shadows move along the tree line.
	A life is cleansed in blood.
	Cleansed by these guilt hands.
	Purged in a hollow soul.
	Scorched and punished.
	At the harbor I waited.
	Kept an eye on the Baltic Sea.
	Across these eastern waters a country of filth and dirt.
	He emerged from the forest, how did he know? I damn this forsaken land.
	Still the moon is looming low.