My blood spilled over the descending sun,
where the Celtic Sea kissed the golden sands.
The world’s eyes could not see what he had done;
in the dark, I wept while he bound my hands.
While you danced and made merry, you didn’t see;
beneath his power no one heard my cries.
No one came to save me or set me free;
in the dark, I wept while life closed its eyes.
My kin stood by, watched me break, watched me cry;
my terrified stare fixed the blood-stained moon.
With each thrust, I prayed God would let me die;
in the dark, I heard the song of my doom.
In the hands of Christ, I felt my child wane:
forgive me ’cause I let him leave his mark.
Prayed God would deliver me from the pain,
heal my black heart and free me from the dark.