My real name is Raine

The confession of the crimson-hand Assassin

I wake to rise of the sun into the autumnal skies 
The sound of distant agonise screams 
reverberating through my conscience 
Distorted images of blood and maimed 
cadavers flashing through my mind 
Fragment memories of previous nightmare 
The sudden weariness in my bones 
The unexpected ache from scars long ago

I felt the impending darkness, 
With its wraith-like fingers looming over me 
I knew in my heart my inevitable death is nigh 
I felt the need to tell you the truth 
Of the deaths on my hand 
The killing and maiming in the shadow 
The pain and destruction I have caused 
I do not hope for your forgiveness

In my hand is the blood list 
On this ancient old parchment, 
My bloody deeds recorded
Once a priest of the old religion
Sworn to secrecy of the highest order
To the tolls of the unknown god 
With blood and flames have I paid 
Trained as a fist of the silent blades

Of the names written in crimson letters
Of the bereavement I have caused you 
Of the price paid for my love for you
The last name that was yours is now mine 
As I lay dying.....staring at the naked blade in my hand
As I lay dying....tears streaming from pitiless eyes
As I lay dying....I want you to know that...
As I lay dying....my real name is Raine