The water flows,
I rub and scrub
away the blood.
Red tendrils lick
the long green skirts
pooled round my knees.
My doom, my geis,
my destiny.

The shirt is torn,
rough ripped when stripped,
from the body
lain miles away.
I know his fate
By bladed hate.
My doom, my geis,
my destiny.

You are watching
Crying, sighing
Know who I am
And what it means.
Your body wracked
With loss and grief.
My doom, my geis,
My destiny.

Your crumbling heart,
it flakes and breaks,
Pieces scatter,
are blown away.
I long to give
you soothing strength.
My doom, my geis,
my destiny.

Your mind is set,
Cold soul dead, wed
To that lost love.
You hurry to him.
I can but watch
Then wash your shroud.
My doom, my geis,
my destiny.