Absolution

Standing on edge of where thins forest ends
Looking at places, remember gone friends
Blood on these hands is not from my veins.

I am returning to scene of crime
Convoy of grieving still darkens my sky
Blood of the innocent, my hands it stains.

I lay myself on the snow in this repentance.

Absolution...
Carry me into the absolution
In your arms I fall.

Climbing the hill where I used to clime
Woods are the same after all of this time
Blood on these hands is not from my veins.

All of this blood, that was shed for me
Lamb to the Slaughter to wash me clean
Blood of the innocent, my hands it stains.

I lay myself on the snow in this repentance.

Absolution...
Carry me into the absolution
In your arms I fall.

Absolution...
Carry me into the absolution
In your arms I fall
Absolution...
Bury me into your absolution
In your arms I fall.