Under Crimson Skies کے بول

The glass has decayed And returned to sand Yet still I dreamed That this would never end Standing on a platform Are you too cruel to suffer? Squeezing my hand tighter With shards of glass in your palm You buried me against my will Under crimson skies I was lying still Gently I gripped your hand As the blood poured onto the sand I looked to you to guide the way But the freezing winds lead me astray And atop the uphill climb You pushed me down the other side I can still see your reflection in blood Can you even recognise yourself? And you left me here to burn Before reaching out your hand